The Wistful Cipher

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You dream of the clock again. It is not a clock you know, not from the village square or the tower of the old cathedral, but a vast, breathing mechanism of brass and bone that ticks in the rhythm of your own failing heart. The hands move backward, then stop, then shatter. You wake in the cold, stone-floored cell of the Inquisitor’s dungeon, the damp air thick with the smell of wet wool and old...

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