The Wistful Throne

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The office smelled of antiseptic and old paper, a sterile scent that did nothing to mask the metallic tang of the blood Elias Thorne tasted on his tongue. He sat behind the heavy oak desk, his hands resting on the surface, knuckles swollen and mottled with grey patches that looked like ash. At fifty-two, Elias was a border patrol commander who had spent twenty years holding the line against the...

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