The Wistful Throne

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The dream was always the same, a symphony of stone falling in slow motion, the vaulted ceiling of the Cathedral of St. Jude collapsing into a heap of gray dust while the light filtered through the broken rose window in sharp, indifferent beams. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of chalk in his mouth, his heart hammering against his ribs like a mallet striking a bell, and he sat up in the dark of...

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