The Wistful Cipher

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The feast was loud. The wine was red as arterial blood. I held the cup. My hands did not shake. They never shook. Not anymore. "You look well, Thomas," the King said. He sat at the head of the long table. His face was a map of old scars. He smiled. It was a thin thing. A crack in the stone. "I do, my liege." My voice was steady. It was the voice of a man who had buried too many. "The air is...

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