The Wistful Throne

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The obsidian shards weighed four ounces, three grains. Elias counted them on the velvet cloth, his fingers trembling so badly he dropped one. It chimed against the stone floor, a sound like a bone snapping. He picked it up. The cold bit into his palm. He needed to cure Elara. The fever had taken her breath, leaving her chest rising and falling in shallow, useless hitches. The mirror was the...

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