The Wistful Throne

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The ledger lay open on my knee, the leather cover cracked and cold against my thighs. The ink was still wet, though I had not touched the pen in an hour. It moved in the corner of the page, forming the letters of a date I had not written, the numbers bleeding into the paper like a bruise. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border marshal whose hands shake from the draft that creeps in through the...

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