The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-22 05:26:55 -

The train smelled of damp wool and iron. It was a cold Tuesday in November, the kind where the fog clings to the streets of London like a second skin. Arthur Pym sat by the window, his knees pressed against the seat in front of him. He was a small man, unremarkable in every way, save for the way he held his hands. They rested on his lap, clasped tightly, as if he were trying to keep his fingers...

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