The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, grey veil that smelled of wet stone and old iron, and within that suffocating dampness, Silas Vane stood at the edge of the grand hall, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt less like a weapon and more like an extension of his own aching bones, the metal so worn by years of gripping that the pommel had taken the shape of...

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