The Wistful Throne

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The rain fell in sheets. Grey. Cold. It hammered the pavement of the old district, blurring the neon signs into streaks of red and blue. Elias stood on the corner. He held the box. It was heavy. Heavier than lead. Heavier than sin. His hands shook. Not from the cold. From the weight. He was old now. The bones in his fingers were knotted. Like driftwood. Like roots. They ached when it rained....

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