The Wistful Throne

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The door was open. It had not been open before. I know because I locked it. I locked it tight. Three times. The deadbolt, the chain, the latch. I remember the click. I remember the scrape. I remember the fear in my hands. Now it stands ajar. A sliver of night. A breath of cold. I stand in the hallway. The carpet is thick. It swallows my steps. The house is quiet. Too quiet. The clock in the...

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