The Wistful Cipher

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The rain in Velloria did not fall; it hung. It was a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet iron and old stone, pressing against the windows of the Guild Hall until the glass groaned. Elara sat in the corner, her back against the cold wall, watching the water trace slow, weeping paths down the panes. She was a stranger here, an exile from the northern reaches where the air was sharp enough to...

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