The Wistful Cipher

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The rain fell in silver sheets. It drummed on the slate roof. It washed the dust from the stone. Inside the hall, the fire roared. It ate the oak logs. It cast long, dancing shadows. The air smelled of wax and sweat. Of old parchment and iron. We stood in a circle. I held the sword. My hand trembled. Not from fear. From the weight of the blade. It was heavy. Cold. Unforgiving. "You are the...

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