The Wistful Throne

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The mist does not enter the room; it seeps under the door like cold water, wet and heavy, smelling of turned earth and old copper. You hold the lantern close, its flame a trembling yellow eye in the dark, your only proof that you are still flesh and not already ghost. The clock on the mantel ticks, a mechanical heartbeat in the silence, marking the minutes until your shift ends and you can...

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