The Wistful Cipher

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You wake to the smell of wet wool and iron. The air is thick. It hangs in your lungs like a heavy blanket. You are in a cart. It bounces over the ruts. The wood groans. Your head throbs. You try to move. Your wrists are bound. The rope is rough. It bites into the skin. You are cold. A deep, bone-chilling cold. You remember the road. You remember the rain. You remember the man. He had a face...

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