The Wistful Cipher

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2026-08-20 18:59:03 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that smudged the edges of the world into a single, indistinct smear of wet stone and dying mud. I stood at the threshold of the watchtower, my boots sinking into the soft earth, feeling the cold seep through the leather and into the marrow of my shins, a sensation that had become so familiar over the last three weeks that it had...

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