The Wistful Throne

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The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the Municipal Archive, a rhythmic drumming that Elias Thorne had long ceased to hear. He stood before the iron gate of the Whispering Sub-basement, his breath pluming in the cold air, clutching a pocket watch whose glass face was webbed with cracks. Inside the glass, the hands moved in a stuttering, arrhythmic dance, mirroring the fraying...

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