The Wistful Throne

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The gilded rotunda of St. Jude’s Hall smelled of damp plaster and old money. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the circular floor, his boots planted firmly on the cracked marble, listening to the low-frequency hum that vibrated through his shins and into his teeth. It was a sound like a cello string plucked in a distant room, persistent and heavy. At fifty-two, his knees ached with a dull,...

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