The Wistful Cipher

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The air in the inquisitor’s cell tasted of iron and wet stone, a metallic tang that coated the back of Master Aldric’s tongue as he sat bound to the central chair. His wrists, chafed raw beneath the rough hemp ropes, bled a steady, dark thread onto the white linen of his sleeves, a stark red vein against the pale fabric. The walls wept with condensation, each drop a small, cold kiss on the...

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