The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-18 02:33:51 -

The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky, a heavy, gray drizzle that slicked the cobblestones of Ashen Creek into a mirror reflecting the broken neon sign of the municipal hall, a sign that had long since ceased to spell out WELCOME but now flickered only on the letters E and L, a stuttering pulse in the twilight that seemed to beat in time with the headache throbbing...

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