The Wistful Cipher

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The bell tower cracks. Stone sheds skin. Dust chokes the air. You are there. In the ruins. Of the palace. The power is gone. The light is out. You wear the coat. The long, dark wool. It smells of smoke. And old blood. And iron. The coat is yours. Or was it? You remember the weight. The heavy collar. The brass buttons. Cold against the chest. You are a soldier. A keeper of order. In this place....

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