The Wistful Cipher

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The feast in the Great Hall of the Manor was a spectacle of rotting opulence. Lord Vane stood at the head of the table, his face a mask of aristocratic disdain, while the townsfolk of Oakhaven drank and danced around him. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and you sit at the edge of the room, your hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the obsidian shard in your pocket. It is...

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