The Wistful Cipher

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The hall smelled of wax and old blood. Marek stood at the edge of the feast. He was a tall man, thin as a reed. His coat was patched. His eyes were dark. The firelight danced on the stone walls. It made the shadows move. They looked like wolves. Or men. The lord sat on the high seat. He was fat. He ate meat with his hands. Juice ran down his chin. He did not look at Marek. No one did. Marek was...

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