The Wistful Throne

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The harvest moon hung low over the croft country of Kael, a swollen, sickly orange disc that made the harbor mud look like wet iron, and Fiona Gunn stood at the edge of the feast, her hands stiff from the cold and her mind fixed on the debt that held her brother, Hamish, in the stone cells below the village. She was thirty-two, an exile with a scribe’s ink-stained fingers and a heart that beat...

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