The Wistful Throne

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The vial was warm against Elias Thorne’s palm, a small, wax-sealed cylinder of glass that felt less like a container and more like a held breath, a secret kept in the hollow of his hand while the fluorescent lights of the visiting room hummed their low, electric drone overhead. He sat across from Arthur, who was eighty-one and shrinking in the wheelchair, his skin the color of old parchment...

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