The Wistful Cipher

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The feast hall of Blackwood Keep smelled of roasted boar and old wine. Sir Kaelen sat at the far end of the long table, his plate untouched, his eyes fixed on the shadows dancing on the stone floor. He was thirty years old, a knight of modest renown, but tonight his life depended on a piece of paper. The ledger was missing. Without it, the Duke’s debt to the Crown remained unpaid, and Kaelen’s...

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