The Wistful Cipher

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The rain hammered against the narrow, high-set window of the cell, a relentless drumming that sounded like the fingers of the dead tapping for entry, and I sat on the cold stone floor with my back against the damp wall, my hands trembling as I held the only object in this world that still possessed a pulse. It was the signet ring of Master Aldous Vane, the heavy band of gold worn smooth by...

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