The Wistful Cipher

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The air inside the High Court of the Archangels did not smell of incense, as one might expect for a place of such celestial jurisdiction, but rather of wet stone, dried blood, and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that clung to the heavy velvet drapes which swallowed the light from the high, narrow windows; it was a scent that seemed to seep into the pores of the soul, a physical weight that...

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