The Wistful Cipher

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The mud of the trench was black and thick, a slurry that swallowed boots to the ankle. Elias Vane stood in it, his hands slick with the rain that had fallen for three days without cease. He was not a soldier in the traditional sense, nor a man of the sword. He was a Warden of the Threshold, a keeper of the boundary where the physical world bled into the spectral. The institution, the Order of...

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