The Wistful Throne

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The rain in Seattle did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the skin of the city like a second, colder layer of flesh. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the window of his cramped apartment on Capitol Hill, watching the streetlights bleed their orange halos into the wet pavement. He was a large man, built for endurance rather than speed, with hands that had once...

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