The Wistful Throne

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The vial in your hand is cold, and the glass feels slick with the condensation of a room that has been sweating for three days straight. You are forty years old, Elara, and your fingers, which once moved with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel, now tremble with a subtle, rhythmic spasm that you have learned to hide by keeping them curled around the neck of the bottle. The year is 1912, and...

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