The Wistful Cipher

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The feast was a roar of iron and steam, a chaotic symphony of hunger that had no beginning and no end. In the center of the long, scarred table, a bowl of dark, viscous soup simmered. It was not merely food. It was a living thing, a pulsing mass of black broth that smelled of wet earth, copper, and old blood. The diners did not eat with forks or spoons. They dipped their hands in. They drank...

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