The Wistful Throne

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The air in the Athenaeum tasted of copper and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of Professor Alistair Thorne’s throat. He stood before the great glass case, his reflection a ghostly smear against the ancient vellum within. His hands, once steady enough to scribe marginalia in a single breath, now trembled with a fine, persistent vibration. It was not fear. It was the failure of the...

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