The Wistful Throne

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You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth. It is not blood, not yet. It is the metal of the spoon you have been turning over and over in the dark, a small, cold ritual against the hunger that is not for food. You are in the wagon. The wood groans under the weight of the world. Outside, the wind howls across the flat, dead prairie. It is a sound like a beast dying. "Are you awake, Thomas?"...

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