The Wistful Throne

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October 12, 1924 I woke with the taste of iron and old snow in my mouth, the familiar, translucent figure still hovering above the desk where I had fallen asleep, its faceless head tilted as if listening to a frequency only the dead can hear. It whispered Margaret’s name, a sound like dry leaves skittering across a grave, and when I tried to speak, my breath came out as a plume of white vapor...

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