The Wistful Throne

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The tremor in your left hand was not the cold, though the air in the boiler room tasted of iron filings and wet ash. It was the fever breaking, a residual heat that made your skin prickle against the wool of your uniform, and it was the memory of the execution, two years gone and still fresh as a cut on the tongue. You stood before the rusted valve wheel, your fingers hovering over the cold...

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