The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-18 02:24:50 -

The train was late. It was always late. The rain hammered against the glass of the carriage, a rhythmic, heavy drumming that matched the beating of Leo’s heart. He was seven years old. He was also, in a sense that defied logic, very old. He sat in the corner seat, knees drawn up, watching the window. The glass was fogged. He wiped it with his sleeve. Outside, the gray fields blurred. He looked...

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