The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-18 08:31:17 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, a relentless, rhythmic tapping that sounded like code. Inside, the air was sterile. It smelled of ozone and old paper. Elias Vance sat in the center of the room. He was a man of few words. His hands were still. They rested on the table. The table was made of black oak. It was heavy. It was...

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