The throne room had no throne.
That was the first thing Eleanor noticed when she crossed the threshold — the vast, vaulted chamber of Blackwood Palace stretching before her like a cathedral built for a god who had long since abandoned the faith. Gold leaf flaked from the ceilings in great yellow curls, falling like dead leaves in an autumn that never came. The marble floor, veined with...
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