The Wistful Cipher

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We were alone in the stone belly of the keep, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old, rotting meat, and I told him, with a steadiness that surprised even me, that I had finally understood why the bread would not rise, why the wine turned to vinegar in the cellar, and why my hands trembled so violently that I could barely hold the silver spoon, for it was not a matter of skill or...

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