The Wistful Cipher

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The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old royal quarter into slick, dark mirrors. Silas Thorne, the kingdom’s last remaining master of the cipher arts, stood in the center of the Grand Hall, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the silence that had swallowed the court. He was a man built of angles and...

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