The Wistful Throne

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The ink on the intake form was still wet, bleeding into the grain of the paper like a bruise, when you realized the chair was watching you. You sat in the cold, fluorescent purgatory of the Oakhaven Municipal Archive, a place where the air hummed with a low-frequency vibration that made your teeth ache and the stone walls whisper secrets in a language just below the threshold of hearing. You...

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