The Wistful Throne
The leather cover of the ledger was heavy, heavier than its size suggested, a weight that settled into Elias Thorne’s palm like a stone pulled from a riverbed. He counted the days until the Board vote: three. He counted the pages in the ledger: one hundred and forty. He counted the dust motes drifting in the single shaft of light that pierced the gloom of the St. Jude’s Archive reading room,...
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