The Wistful Cipher
You stand in the center of the courtyard, the stones cold and damp beneath your boots, listening to the silence that has swallowed the noise of the barracks, a silence so thick and heavy it feels less like the absence of sound and more like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums, forcing you to pay attention to the rhythm of your own blood pumping through your veins, a steady,...
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