The Wistful Throne

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The name was called by the wind, or perhaps by the dog, which was barking at nothing but the sound of its own hunger. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the old house, the key turning in the lock with a resistance that felt personal, as if the house did not want to be opened. He was fifty-two years old, and his hands, which had spent thirty years handling brittle paper and fading ink, were...

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