The Wistful Throne

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a gray, relentless curtain that blurred the edges of the city and turned the pavement into a slick, black mirror. Elias Vance sat in the back of the cab, watching the water streak against the glass, his hands folded in his lap, still and tight as knotted rope. He was fifty-two years old, and the years had carved deep valleys into his face, not with...

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