The Wistful Cipher

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The rain fell on the slate roof of the Keep with a sound like shuffling paper, a dry, relentless whisper that seemed to know secrets it had no right to keep. You stood in the center of the Great Hall, your hands clasped behind your back, the leather of your gloves creaking softly as you adjusted them. The hall was vast, a cavern of stone and shadow where the torchlight struggled to push back...

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