The Wistful Cipher

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The sword was heavy. It was not a blade of light. It was iron. It was cold. It was old. I held it in my left hand. My right hand held the shield. The shield was oak. The oak was split. The split was wide. I looked at the split. I looked at the man before me. He wore red. The red was bright. The red was wet. "Yield," he said. His voice was soft. It was not a shout. It was a whisper. The wind in...

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