The Wistful Cipher

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The dream was always the same: Julian standing in the doorway of our childhood cottage, his face pale as parchment, holding a letter he refused to open. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the sound of scratching quills in my ears. I am Elias, thirty-two years old, a scribe in the High Court of King Aldric, and I have spent the last five years trying to erase the memory of that boy...

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