The Wistful Throne

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The ice on the reservoir had cracked. It happened at dawn. A sound like a bone snapping. It split the black surface. The water rushed up. Cold and dark. Elias stood on the bank. He wore his coat. It was thick wool. He held his book. It was leather bound. He did not move. He watched the fracture widen. The town of Oakhaven slept. The houses were small. Brick and stone. Smoke rose from chimneys....

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