The Wistful Throne

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The count had reached four hundred and twelve when the warmth started. I was kneeling on the cold linoleum of the sub-basement, my knees aching with a dull, familiar throb that matched the ache in my lower back, and I was counting the femurs in the third crate. They were not cold. That was the first wrongness. Bone should be cold, dry, and static, a thing of mineral silence. But as I brushed...

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