The Wistful Cipher

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The rain hammered the thatch like a fist striking a door. Sir Edward Ashworth stood at the threshold, his boots caked in the black mud of the King’s road. He was a man carved from granite and grief. His left hand hung limp at his side, a dead weight of bone and sinew. It had been that way for three years. Since the Siege of Vire. Since the arrow took the tendon. Inside, the hearth roared. The...

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