The Wistful Throne

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The spoon hits the bottom of the tin cup, a sharp, metallic ring that cuts through the hum of the ward. You are Elias Thorne, a constable of thirty-four years, and your knuckles are white around the handle as you watch the last drop of the medicinal broth drip from the ladle. It is 1912, and the air in Blackwood Asylum tastes of damp wool and iron. You are here to secure a pension, a clean exit...

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