The Wistful Throne

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The cup was chipped. A small fracture ran along the rim. It looked like a tear in the skin. It looked like a scar. Elias held it in his hands. The porcelain was cold. It was always cold. He sat in the kitchen. The room smelled of dust and old wood. The rain tapped against the glass. It was a steady rhythm. It was a lonely rhythm. Outside, the war was far away. Or so he told himself. The guns...

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