The Wistful Throne
The dream was always the same: a throne constructed of stacked vertebrae, pale and wet, rising from a floor of black slate, and Elias Thorne sat upon it, his spine aligning with the bone until he could no longer tell where his body ended and the seat began. He woke in the small hours, his hands trembling so violently that the ink in his well spilled, pooling into a dark, spreading stain on the...
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