The Wistful Throne

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The rain did not fall so much as it was administered, a precise, cold metric of gray water that turned the asphalt of the compound into a mirror of the sky above. It was a night in the modern era, yet the air tasted of something older, something metallic and suspended, like the breath held before a verdict. Inside the observation deck, Elias Thorne sat with his hands folded in his lap, the...

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