The Wistful Cipher
The feast hall smelled of roasted swan and wet wool. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the hearth, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, watching his brother. Julian sat at the high table, pale as the parchment scrolls beneath his plate, while the King’s court laughed around him. Elias wanted to kill him. Not because Julian had betrayed the Crown, but because the King had. The accusation of...
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