The Wistful Throne

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The rain fell on the asphalt in sheets, cold and relentless, washing the grime from the streets of the old precinct. Elias Vance stood at the end of the corridor, his hand resting on the cold steel of the doorframe. He was a large man, broad-shouldered, with the kind of stillness that usually preceded a storm. But today, the storm was inside him. The badge on his chest, a silver star worn thin...

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