The Wistful Cipher
The seal cracked not with a sound but with a silence so profound it seemed to swallow the breath of the entire village. You stand in the center of the square, the mud of the autumn earth sucking at the boots of the men who surround you, their faces pale and set in the rigid masks of obedience, yet their hands tremble with a fear that is not of you, for you are the shield, but of the thing that...
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