The Wistful Throne
The crack runs along the metacarpal joint with a sound like a dry branch snapping under a boot, and you watch the fissure spread through the polished steel of the King’s ceremonial gauntlet, a hairline fracture that catches the gaslight and shatters the illusion of perfection. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, the Imperial Court’s Chief Artificer, and your left hand is trembling so...
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