The Wistful Cipher
The iron key hung heavy on my belt, a cold weight that pulled at the leather of my uniform, a constant, dull ache that spoke of the burden I carried not just in my hands but in the marrow of my bones, a burden that had grown so large over the last three years of service in the Imperial Court that it seemed to have fused itself to my spine, making me stoop, making me bend, until I was no longer...
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