The Wistful Cipher

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The rain fell on the parchment. It was a cold, thin rain. It smelled of iron. I held the scroll high. The wax seal cracked. It shattered like a dry leaf. I dropped it. It hit the mud. I did not look down. I looked at the trees. They were bare. They stood like sentinels. They had no leaves. They had no color. They were only bone. I am a man of letters. I study the old codes. I live in the tower....

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