The Wistful Cipher

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The shard cut into the meat of Elias Vane’s left palm, a jagged sliver of obsidian that pulsed with a rhythm not quite his own. He held it up to the tallow light, the stone black as a bruise, and waited for the whisper to come. It arrived not as sound but as pressure behind his eyes, a taste of copper and cold river water. Mara’s voice, though he had been dead to her for three years, was a...

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