The Wistful Cipher

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The cold is a living thing. It bites. It chews. You feel it in your bones. A deep, aching hollow. You are alone. The stone is wet. The torches gutter. Shadows dance on the vaulted ceiling. You are the Warden. You are the eye. You are the hand. But you are also the prey. The castle breathes. A low, rhythmic sigh. The wind howls outside. It screams against the windows. The glass shivers. It wants...

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