The Wistful Throne

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The water in the pail struck the metal bottom with a rhythm that Sohrab Rezaei knew better than his own heartbeat, a dull, wet clang that marked the seconds of his captivity. He sat in the lower vaults, the air heavy with damp stone and old dust, his wrists bound by ropes that bit into the skin until the blood ran thin and cold. Across the small, cell-like space, an old man sat on a stool, his...

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