The Wistful Throne
The pressure gauge in your hand is cold, the brass casing slick with the condensation of the cellar air, and the needle trembles against the red line. You are Elias Thorne, a structural engineer by trade and a ghost by necessity, and you stand at the bottom of the stairs in the house that is slowly killing you. The winter freeze has come early, cracking the earth outside, but the threat inside...
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