The Wistful Throne

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that turned the cobblestones of the lower district into slick, black mirrors reflecting the dim, wavering light of the gas lamps. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the corner of Sorrow Street, his coat heavy with the moisture, watching the crowd that had gathered around the mouth of the old sewer. They were not screaming,...

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