The Wistful Cipher
The steel rang against steel, a high, thin shriek that cut through the humid air of the courtyard before it even reached the ears of the onlookers. Elias Thorne did not hear it as sound, but as a vibration that traveled up his forearm, settling in the marrow of his wrist, a familiar and terrible weight. He was the King’s Blade, the final arbiter of the law in the capital, a man whose life was...
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