The Wistful Throne

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The glass cracked. It was a thin, white line, like a vein of frost on a cold pane. It started at the rim and spidered toward the center. David looked up. He did not blink. Marcus stood at the head of the table. He held a heavy crystal tumbler in his right hand. The liquid inside was amber, thick, and still. It did not spill. It stayed perfectly level, defying gravity, defying logic. "Did you...

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