The Wistful Throne

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Act I Every object in the studio smelled of wet clay and the particular, metallic tang of impending debt. Chae-won Ahn sat before the wheel, his hands hovering over the wet mass that was meant to become a throne for a man who lived in a glass tower across the river. He was forty-five, and his joints ached with a dampness that had nothing to do with the Seoul winter. The Wear was not a ghost,...

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