The Wistful Throne

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The iron whistle is cold in your hand, a dense weight that pulls your wrist down, and you are standing at the edge of the decommissioned Ironworks where the rusted gates hang open like broken jaws. The year is 1912, and you are forty years old, a sergeant in the industrial guard corps, a man whose body feels like a rusted hinge that has been forced to turn too many times. You are here to sound...

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