The Wistful Throne

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended veil of grey mist that clung to the soot-blackened brickwork of the Whitmore textile mill, turning the air into a damp, metallic taste that coated the back of Elias’s throat as he stood on the edge of the loading dock, watching the last of the day’s output roll out in heavy, burlap-wrapped bales, a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat that thumped...

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