The Wistful Cipher

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The old hound lay at your feet, its ribs rising and falling in the dust of the throne room like the bellows of a broken forge, and the king stood above you, his face a mask of cold, porcelain indifference, asking you to explain why the beast, which had served the crown for three generations, had suddenly turned its teeth upon the royal squire in the dead of night, a question that hung in the...

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