The Wistful Throne

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The banquet hall hummed with the low, electric thrum of the cooling fans. They stood in a row. Six men. Six chairs. The mahogany was polished to a mirror sheen. It reflected their faces. Pale. Tight. The air smelled of ozone and old paper. "Sit down, Mr. Vance." Vance sat. The chair creaked. A sound like a bone snapping. "Sit down, Mr. Thorne." Thorne sat. He wiped his hands on his trousers....

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