The Wistful Throne

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The obsidian mirror lay on the cellar floor, its surface fractured into a web of dark veins, heavy as a millstone and twice the size of a man’s torso. Elias Thorne held it with both hands, the cold biting into his palms not with temperature but with a dull, sucking pressure, as if the glass were trying to drain the blood from his veins. Above him, the estate of Blackwood Hall stood in the grey...

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