The Wistful Cipher

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2026-08-19 11:57:08 -

The rain falls in sheets. It is cold. It is sharp. You walk. The cobblestones slick. The city breathes. It is an ancient city, but the air smells of iron and coal. You are not a soldier. Not anymore. You are a man. A man with a sword at his hip. And a secret in his chest. You stop. At the corner. The lamp flickers. You see him. Lord Vane. He stands by the fountain. His coat is black. His smile...

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