The Wistful Throne

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The lantern sputtered in the draft, casting long, trembling shadows against the wet rock of the shaft. "You’re coming down, Elias?" Silas asked, his voice tight with a mixture of fear and a strange, hungry expectation that made my skin prickle. I looked at my brother, twenty-two and thin as a rail, his eyes bright with a fever that had nothing to do with the cold air. "The debt is due at noon,...

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