The Wistful Cipher

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The jar sat on the desk. It was glass. Clear. Empty. Dr. Elias Thorne stared at it. His hands trembled. Not from cold. From fear. The room was cold. Stone walls. High ceilings. Dust motes danced in the thin light. He was the court physician. Or so they called him. To the Queen, he was a tool. To the court, a curiosity. To himself, a prisoner. He had served for ten years. Ten years of silence....

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