The Wistful Throne

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The dream was always the same, a recurring fracture in the silver light where a crown, wrought from the purest metal of the institution, split down the middle and fell in two jagged halves onto the cobblestones of a street that did not exist. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the sweat cooling on his skin as the distant, rhythmic hammering of the steel mill at Blackwood...

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