The Wistful Cipher

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2026-08-19 12:36:12 -

The feast was loud. It smelled of roasting lamb and stale wine. We were in the great hall of the old manor. The walls were thick stone. The candles burned low. I sat by the window. I watched the rain. I was a guard. I kept the peace. My name was Elias. I had served the Lord for twenty years. My back was straight. My hands were still. I did not move. I only watched. The Lord spoke. He raised his...

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