The Wistful Throne

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The rain fell on the stone roof of the Abbey of St. Jude. It fell with a steady, dull rhythm that sounded like the ticking of a clock no one had wound in centuries. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper. It was the smell of decay. It was the smell of time eating itself. Elias sat at the long oak table. His hands were still. They were pale and thin, like the roots...

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