The Wistful Cipher

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The feast was a riot of silver and blood, a glimmering excess that felt less like a celebration and more like a funeral for my own innocence. We sat in the high vaulted hall of the estate, the air thick with the scent of roasted lamb and the sharper, metallic tang of ambition. I watched the candles gutter in the draft that crept through the stained glass, the light catching the dust motes that...

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