The Wistful Cipher

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The banquet hall of the Guild of Iron and Ink was a cathedral of smoke and candlelight, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the sharp, metallic tang of ambition, and I sat at the edge of the long oak table, my fingers tracing the worn leather of the cipher wheel I had not used in three years, feeling the weight of it like a small, cold stone in my palm, a...

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