The Wistful Skyline

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The dream had the texture of wet wool, heavy and suffocating, pressing against Elias Thorne’s lungs until he gasped awake in the dark of the stone chamber. He lay rigid, his heart hammering against his ribs, the image of his wife’s face fading into the cold gray of the pre-dawn light. Margot was dead three winters now, taken by a fever that the royal physicians had dismissed as a simple chill,...

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