The Wistful Cipher

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The fire took the library first. You saw it from the window of your office. The spires of the Great Hall, once proud and white, were now black tongues licking the night sky. Smoke rolled in thick, oily clouds, smelling of burning vellum and old dust. It was the smell of history dying. You sat at your desk. Your hands did not shake. You had stopped shaking years ago, back when the war came to...

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