The Wistful Throne

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The cold steel of the wrench bit into Elias Thorne’s palm, a sharp, familiar pain that grounded him against the rising tide of the dream. He had been holding it for hours, or perhaps minutes; time had become a fluid, unreliable thing in the basement where the air tasted of rust and old damp. In the dream, Leo sat on a rusted chair in the corner, his face a blur of static, whispering that the...

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