The Wistful Cipher

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The air in the Hall of Echoes did not smell of dust or decay, but of ozone and wet stone, a scent that clung to the back of Caelan’s throat like a persistent lie. He stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots gripping the slick granite, while the wind howled through the jagged arches of the ancient citadel. In his hand, the Cipher of Oaths—a slab of black obsidian etched with silver...

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