The Wistful Throne

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The dream began with the sound of shattering glass, but it was not the window that broke. It was the reflection. In the mirror that hung above the heavy oak desk in the precinct captain’s office, the face of Elias Thorne did not return his gaze. Instead, it fractured into a thousand jagged shards, each fragment reflecting a different, distorted version of the man who stood before it: a boy in a...

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