The Wistful Throne

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The clock did not tick. It breathed. A slow, rhythmic exhalation of steam that filled the air of the Great Hall with the scent of ozone and old brass. Elias stood at the foot of the dais, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the mechanism before him. He was a man of sixty winters, his face a topography of deep lines carved by years of silence and service,...

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