The Wistful Cipher

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The castle stood against the sky like a bruise that would not heal. It was a place of stone and silence, where the air tasted of damp iron and old secrets. Elias Thorne stood in the courtyard, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He was a man carved from the same gray granite as the walls around him. His face was a map of lines etched by duty and doubt. He had served the Crown for twenty...

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