The Wistful Throne

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that soaked through Elias’s jacket in minutes. He stood at the border crossing, the mud of the parking lot sucking at his boots, clutching a small, velvet box in his trembling hand. Inside lay his father’s gold watch, its face cracked, its hands frozen at the moment of his death. Elias wanted in. He needed to cross before the...

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