The Wistful Cipher

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The rain has been falling for three days. It slicks the cobblestones of Harrowgate until they shine like wet obsidian. You stand at the gate. The iron bars are cold through your gloves. Inside, the old chapel waits. It is a stone box, gray and silent, perched on the edge of the moor. The wind whistles through its broken rose window. You are the Warden. You carry the ledger in your chest. You...

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