The Wistful Cipher

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The dust did not settle; it hung in the air like a suspended breath, a fine grey powder that coated the tongue and the eyelashes, tasting of old iron and dry rot. I stood in the center of the Great Hall of Aethelgard, my hand still pressed against the cold, unyielding stone of the pillar that had cracked down the middle of the room with a sound like a gunshot in a silent church. The fracture...

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