The Wistful Throne

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The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and turned the cobblestones of the narrow lane into a mirror of dull, bruised grey light, reflecting the towering, industrial silhouette of the Whitmore foundry that loomed at the end of the street like a sleeping leviathan with its mouth open to swallow the sky. Elias stood at the...

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