The Wistful Throne

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the wool of the greatcoat worn by Sergeant Elias Thorne. It was a garment that had seen decades of service, its wool matted and darkened by the oils of his body and the grime of the road, a heavy shroud that smelled of stale tobacco and cold iron. Elias walked alone on the shoulder of the highway, a stretch of...

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