The Wistful Cipher

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The rain fell in sheets of grey silk against the glass. It had been falling for three days. I stood before the Great Oak in the center of the courtyard. Its roots twisted into the wet earth like knuckles. I loved it. I loved its stillness. I loved the way it held the sky. I did not love the men who watched me. They stood in the shadows of the arches. Their coats were black. Their faces were...

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