The Wistful Cipher

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The iron gates were locked. You knew this before you saw them. You felt the lock in the weight of your hand, the cold bite of the metal against your knuckles. You were not supposed to be here. You were not supposed to be anywhere. You stood in the rain. The industrial district of Manchester was a grey blur. Steam hissed from vents. The air tasted of rust and wet ash. Your sword was drawn. It...

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