The Wistful Throne

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The dream came in pieces. First, the smell of ozone and wet wool. Then, the sound of a chair scraping against marble. Finally, the face. It was not a face he recognized. It was a face he had forgotten. Or perhaps a face he had never seen, waiting in the dark for him to arrive. Miles Vance woke with a gasp. The air in the apartment was stale. The clock on the nightstand read 4:12 AM. Outside,...

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