The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-20 18:37:39 -

The bus smelled of wet wool and diesel. It was a smell that had settled into the fibers of my jacket, a permanent stain that no amount of washing could lift. I sat by the window, watching the rain blur the streets of London into gray smears. Outside, the city moved with a mechanical indifference. Cars hissed across the wet asphalt. Pedestrians hurried under black umbrellas, their faces hidden,...

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