The Wistful Throne

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Act I The mill bell rang four times, a sound that cut through the sleet like a knife through wet cloth. It was the signal for the shift change, a rhythm that governed the lives of every soul in this frozen valley where the snow lay deep and the elms stood bare against the grey sky. I stood in the doorway of the study, my hand resting on the heavy oak frame, watching the men file out into the...

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