The Wistful Cipher

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You wake in the cellar. The air tastes of iron and wet stone. A single candle gutters in the dark. Your hands are bound. The rope is rough. It bites into your wrists. You are a soldier. You know this. You do not remember your name. Or perhaps you have lost it. The body remembers. The mind is fog. A door creaks above. Footsteps. Heavy. Slow. A man descends. He is old. His face is a map of scars....

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