The Wistful Cipher

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The sky burns. It is not fire. It is light. A white, blinding sheet that peels back the night like skin. You stand in the center of the square. The cobblestones are hot. They crack under your boots. You hear a scream. It is not human. It is the sound of metal tearing. You are a Warden. You wear the gray cloak. It is heavy. The wool is damp with sweat. You grip your staff. The wood is smooth. It...

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