The Wistful Cipher

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The fire in the great hall of Blackwood Keep burned low, but the heat was a physical weight, pressing against the skin like a damp wool blanket. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands folded beneath my chin, watching the smoke curl into the vaulted ceiling where it mingled with the shadows. The feast had been a spectacle of excess, a desperate attempt by Lord Alistair to drown the...

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