The Wistful Throne

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The vial is heavy in my hand, heavier than glass should be. "Take it, Elara. It is the only anchor you have." Silas’s voice was thin, stretched over the years like old taffy, but his grip on my wrist was iron. He was sitting in the high-backed chair in his study, the one with the velvet upholstery that had worn bare to the wood in the center, smelling of camphor and stale tea. I looked at the...

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