The Wistful Cipher

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The parchment lay on the oak table, its edges curled like dry leaves, bearing the seal of Lord Vane. Elias Thorne, Magistrate of the city, read the summons. It was not a request. It was a command to attend a feast, to witness the "reconciliation" of debts, and to bring his daughter, Elara, as a guarantee of good faith. The ink was still wet, smelling of iron and vinegar. Outside, the wind...

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