The Wistful Cipher

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The silver circlet felt cold against my brow, heavier than lead, and the Chancellor’s whisper was the only sound that cut through the roar of the Great Hall. "It is a key, Sir Julian," he said, his eyes fixed on a point just above my left ear, "to a secret that will consume you." I was forty-two years old, a veteran of the King’s Guard with scars that mapped the history of the realm’s borders,...

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