The Wistful Cipher

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The tea had gone cold in the porcelain cup, a dark, stagnant pool that reflected the chandelier above with a dull, lifeless sheen. Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his fingers resting lightly on the rim, and watched the steam that no longer rose. Across from him, the three members of the Council of Stewardship sat in a silent row, their faces composed of a practiced,...

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