The Wistful Throne

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Chapter One Did you think the mud would stop the wind? I knelt in the silt of the drained community pool, the water gone to a slick, black mirror, and watched the north wind tear the last of the autumn leaves from the vine slopes above the drowned valley. I am Homer Cranfield, and I am forty-two, and I am trying to find the final surveyor’s map before the freeze sets in, a document that will...

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