The Wistful Throne

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The rain against the windowpane of the Blackwood Asylum office was a rhythmic, wet percussion that Elias Thorne had come to dread. It was November, 1893, and the air smelled of wet wool and the thick, cloying sweetness of the tonic that saturated the building’s very walls. Elias stood by the desk, his uniform pressed to a sharp, military perfection, though his hands trembled slightly as he...

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