The Wistful Cipher

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2026-08-19 16:37:21 -

You are standing in the dark of the infirmary, the air thick with the smell of boiled lye and damp wool, your hands trembling so violently that you can barely grip the silver spoon. The candlelight flickers, casting long, skeletal shadows against the whitewashed stone walls, and in that flicker, you see your own reflection distorted in the polished surface of the basin. You look like a ghost....

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