The Wistful Cipher

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The East Wing was sealed at dawn, the heavy oak doors groaning shut with a finality that shook dust from the high vaults. Inspector Elias Thorne stood in the corridor, his hand resting on the cold iron of his sidearm, watching the light die behind the bars. He had spent twenty years in the Obsidian Citadel, a place where the stone remembered every footstep and the shadows held weight. Today, he...

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