The Wistful Throne

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The sky split open. Not with thunder, but with a sound like tearing silk, thin and high and endless. It was the sound of the world’s skin giving way. Elias stood in the mud. He did not run. He did not scream. He simply looked up. The air smelled of ozone and wet wool. His coat, heavy and dark, clung to his shoulders. It was a long coat, cut for a man who did not exist, tailored by a tailor who...

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