The Wistful Throne

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The dream was always the same: a sound like a bone snapping, then the dust settling over a throne of black iron, its legs splayed like the limbs of a fallen giant. Elias woke with the taste of rust in his mouth, his heart hammering against his ribs in a rhythm that felt too fast for a man of forty. He lay still for a moment, listening to the creak of the floorboards above him, where his wife,...

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