The Wistful Throne

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The wood is warm, Elias thought, pressing his thumb into the grain. It should be cold. Oak does not hold heat from the hands of a dead man. He looked up from the ledger. The ink was still wet, glistening in the dim light of the archive. He was forty-two. He had been here for twenty years. The chair sat in the center of the room, a single massive block of oak carved into the shape of a throne....

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