The Wistful Throne

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The fluorescent lights of the municipal archives hummed a low, sick note that vibrated in Mara’s teeth. She stood in the breakroom, the sterile white walls pressing in, clutching a silver locket that felt heavier than metal should. The glass was cracked, a jagged spiderweb across the interior, but the chain was unbroken. Her fingers trembled as she held it, the cold seeping through her skin...

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