The Wistful Throne

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The dampness in Blackwood Manor did not smell of rot, but of old pennies and wet stone. Elias Thorne moved through the corridor, his footsteps echoing against the vaulted ceiling, a sound like a heartbeat in a hollow chest. He was thirty years old, though the twelve years spent tending to the spectral sleep of his sister, Clara, had carved lines into his face that belonged to a man of fifty....

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