The Wistful Cipher

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The fire in the great hall of Ashwood Manor did not merely burn; it consumed the air itself, turning the oxygen into a thick, golden haze that made the candles flicker in a rhythmic, almost respiratory dance. It was the feast of the harvest, a tradition so old that no one living could recall when it had begun, only that it must continue or the roots of the oaks would wither. Sir Julian Thorne...

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