The Wistful Cipher

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The castle of Aethelgard did not stand so much as it hovered, suspended by a lattice of ancient iron and woven moonlight above the jagged cliffs of the northern coast, a place where the air tasted of ozone and old, dried lavender, and where the laws of physics were merely suggestions that the wind had long since ignored. Margaret Holloway stood at the edge of the precipice, her hands gripping...

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