The Wistful Cipher
The fire did not start in the hearth, as the chroniclers later claimed, but in the very air of the Great Hall, a sudden, violent ignition of the old wood and the damp wool of the nobles' cloaks. It was a catastrophe that unfolded with the terrible, silent precision of a clockwork mechanism snapping its gears. I stood in the shadow of the stone pillars, my hands trembling not from the heat that...
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