The Wistful Throne

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The nozzle of the brass syringe clicked as it pierced the mortar, and Elara watched the amber fluid bead up, thick and slow, before sinking into the stone. It was a sound like a wet cough, a viscous resistance that spoke of the house’s deep, organic hunger. She wiped the excess from the joint with a rag that was already stained yellow, her fingers trembling not from the cold but from the fine,...

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