The Wistful Cipher
The dream was always the same. Silver. Cold. Shattered. You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth, the silence of the scriptorium pressing against your eardrums like deep water. You are twelve years old, Elias, the King’s youngest scribe, and your hands are shaking. You look at the desk. The parchment is blank. You are waiting for Julian. He is in the dungeon. The King has signed the order....
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