The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-21 09:15:26 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the single pane of glass in the attic window, a relentless, rhythmic tapping that sounded like fingers begging to be let in. I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs swinging over the drop, watching the water streak down the glass in chaotic, silver lines. The house was silent otherwise, a deep, suffocating quiet that seemed to press...

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