The Wistful Cipher

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2026-08-19 10:17:22 -

The rain did not fall so much as it dissolved against the high, arched windows of the library, a persistent, gray mist that erased the boundary between the stone of the castle and the wet earth of the moor beyond. I stood at the edge of the long oak table, my fingers stained with ink that had long since dried into the whorls of my skin, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light...

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