The Wistful Cipher

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The feast was a cacophony of clinking silver and the low, humid hum of conversation that smelled of roasted meat and stale beeswax. You sat at the end of the long oak table in the great hall of the Abbey, your plate untouched, the grease of the roast duck cooling into a hard, yellow crust before your eyes. The candles flickered, casting long, trembling shadows that danced against the stone...

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