The Wistful Throne

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The static in the walls of the fourth-floor archive was not a sound, but a pressure, a low-grade hum that settled behind the eyes and refused to leave. Mara sat across from Silas, her fingers tracing the grain of the laminate desk, counting the scratches she had made over three years of service. She was thirty-four, an archivist of mid-level rank, and she was tired of the debt that weighed on...

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