The Wistful Cipher

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The taste of rust and copper fills your mouth before you even open your eyes. You are standing in the courtyard of the Mill, but the air is thick with a humidity that does not belong to the damp English autumn. It is a wet, heavy fog that clings to your skin like a second, suffocating layer of wool. In your hand, you hold the vial. It is small, no larger than your thumbnail, and inside, the...

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