The Wistful Throne

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"You are late," said the Chief. His voice was dry. It scraped against the silence of the room. Thomas did not answer. He stood by the window. The glass was cold. It pressed against his forehead. Outside, the rain fell in sheets. Gray. Endless. "I know," Thomas said. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. Not from fear. From the weight. The air in the precinct was thick. It smelled of stale...

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