The Wistful Throne

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The ink bled first. You were counting the ledger entries, your fingers stained with the damp cold of the mill floor, when the black smear spread across the paper like a wound refusing to close. You froze. The shadow in the corner of the office stretched, its form elongating, mimicking the rigid posture of your body but with a lag, a sickly delay that made the air feel thick. You wiped your...

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