The Wistful Cipher
The sky split open above the manor house, a jagged tear of violet light that did not thunder but whispered. You stood in the courtyard, your uniform damp with sweat and the metallic taste of fear, watching the stone walls dissolve into mist. It was not a dream, though the logic of the world had shifted beneath your feet like loose gravel. Here, in this suspended realm of ancient legend where...
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