The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-18 18:04:36 -

The rain hit the tin roof of the station house in a relentless, hissing sheet. It sounded like static. Like the end of a signal. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the window. He watched the grey water streak down the glass. His hands were still. His face was stone. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and old coffee. It was a smell that stuck to the teeth. He was a good man. He told himself that. He...

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