The Wistful Throne

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The ink on the page was warm to the touch, a viscosity that defied the cold air of the archive, and Elara Vane watched it spread across the parchment like a bruise forming under skin. "It’s not a prediction, Thomas," she said, her voice tight, the words scraping against the back of her throat. "It’s a ledger. A bill of lading for the soul." Thomas leaned over her shoulder, his breath smelling...

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