The Wistful Throne

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The dream always began with the smell of wet rot and the creak of living wood, a sound that seemed to come from inside my own skull before it ever reached my ears. I am Arthur Vane, thirty years old, a coal miner in the industrial sprawl of Pennsylvania in the year 1893, and for the past month I have woken each morning with the distinct, heavy sensation of roots threading through my veins. The...

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