The Wistful Throne
The bone was cold. That was the first thing I noticed, not the pain, but the temperature. It sat in my palm like a river stone, smooth and grey, pulsing with a faint, internal hum. I am a senior officer in the Bureau of Internal Stability, a title that sounds bureaucratic but carries the weight of a shovel. We deal with anomalies. Specifically, we deal with the ones that refuse to stay dead. My...
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