The Wistful Cipher

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2026-08-21 18:40:33 -

The feast of St. Jude was a blur of tallow light and roasted boar, the air thick with the cloying scent of spilled wine and unwashed bodies. You stood at the edge of the great hall, your armor cold against your skin, a heavy iron weight that seemed to pull you down into the floorboards. The hall was a living thing, breathing with the heat of three hundred souls, but you felt isolated, a stone...

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