The Wistful Throne

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The dream is always the same. Black fluid, thick as tar, oozing from the pores of your face, sealing your mouth shut before you can scream. You wake gasping, the air in the St. Jude’s Municipal Records Bureau basement stale and cold. It is 3:14 AM. Your wrist throbs. You pull back the sleeve of your cardigan. A smear of black residue clings to your skin, dry and flaking, like old soot. It is...

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