The Wistful Cipher

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The sword was not a weapon. It was a sentence. A long, cold, grammatical structure of steel that defined exactly where the world ended and the self began. Commander Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Great Hall, his chest heaving, the sweat cooling rapidly in the draft that always seeped through the ancient, vaulted ceiling. Opposite him, the Master of the Guard, a man named Silas, held...

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