The Wistful Throne

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The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the black glass of the Senate dome. Inside, the air was still. It smelled of old wood and stale sweat. Colonel Elias Thorne stood at the door. He was a tall man. His uniform was pressed to a razor’s edge. The gold on his buttons caught the light. It was a cold light. It had no warmth. He looked at the Senator. Senator Marcus Vane sat in the center. He held a...

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