The Wistful Cipher

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The ink is still wet. You know this because the smell hits you before the sight does, that sharp, metallic tang of iron gall that clings to the back of the throat. Duke Valerius stands before you, his smile a thin, frozen line that does not reach his eyes. He places the parchment on the oak table with a delicacy that feels like a threat. "Authenticate this," he says, his voice soft, almost...

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