The Wistful Throne
The rain fell in sheets of gray silk. It slicked the cobblestones. It turned the gutters into black mirrors. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the corner. He watched the water pool. He watched it flow. It moved with a purpose. It moved with a hunger. His partner, Julian Vane, stood beside him. They had served together for ten years. Ten years of shared silence. Ten years of shared blood. They did...
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