The Wistful Throne

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The draft in the parlor was a living thing, a cold current that moved through the cracks in the floorboards and settled into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, a chill that had nothing to do with the October wind howling against the shingles. He sat in the high-backed chair his father had occupied for forty years, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago, his...

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