The Wistful Cipher

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The count of the dead was a slow, muddy arithmetic. Aldric wiped the filth from his visor, his breath fogging the iron, and looked at the trench before him. It was filled with water, blood, and the broken bodies of men who had died for a debt they did not own. He was forty years old, and his knees ached with a dull, persistent heat that no amount of wine could soothe. He wanted to survive this...

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