The Wistful Throne

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The ink in the well was black and thick, smelling of iron and old blood. Elias Thorne held the pen, his knuckles white, the tip hovering over the paper. Outside, the November wind stripped the last leaves from the elms, sending them skittering across the gravel yard in dry, frantic bursts. He was thirty-four years old, and he wanted the Superintendent’s chair more than he wanted to breathe. He...

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