The Wistful Throne

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The rain fell in sheets of gray iron, hammering the tin roof of the guardhouse until the walls seemed to breathe with the rhythm of the storm. Inside, silence held court. It was a heavy, wet silence, broken only by the tick of a clock that had no hands and the low, constant thrum of the heater fighting the cold. Silas sat in the corner. His uniform was old, the fabric worn thin at the elbows,...

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