The Wistful Cipher

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The hand was not merely a hand. It was a map of violence, a topography of old scars and new calluses, resting on the cold oak table of the High Court. It belonged to no one, for it had been severed from its body three days prior, yet it remained clenched, the fingers curled inward as if holding a secret too heavy for the air. Sir Aldric Vane stood before the tribunal, his posture rigid, his...

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