The Wistful Throne

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The tin of preserved apricot jam sat on the desk, its lid dented from years of being pried open and closed, a small, golden eye staring up at Elias Thorne. He was fifty-two years old, a municipal archivist of thirty years, and his hands trembled slightly as he adjusted the brass lock on the filing cabinet, the metal cold and indifferent against his skin. Outside, beneath the concrete floor of...

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