The Wistful Cipher

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The hall smelled of roasting boar and old stone. We sat beneath the vaulted ceiling, a cathedral of wood and shadow where the air hung thick with the scent of wax and sweat. I held my cup. The wood was warm in my hand. Around me, the men laughed. Their voices were low, rough stones tumbling in a dry riverbed. They spoke of the King’s justice. They spoke of order. They spoke of the law as if it...

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