The Wistful Cipher

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The blade slips. It is not a clean cut. It is a jagged, tearing thing. You feel the resistance of skin, then the give of muscle, and then the cold, wet slide of the thing leaving your hand. You are on your knees in the mud of the courtyard. The rain is falling. It is cold. It soaks through your doublet. It pools in the hollows of your armor. You look down. The man is dead. His name was Arthur....

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