The Wistful Cipher
The first crack appeared in the marble floor of the Grand Hall not as a sound, but as a sensation, a deep, tectonic groan that traveled up through the soles of your dress shoes and settled in the base of your skull, a physical warning that the foundation of the world you had sworn to protect was failing. You stood at the center of the rotunda, your hand resting on the hilt of your sidearm, the...
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