The Wistful Cipher

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I had counted three hundred and twelve hours of sleepless vigil, each one marked by the scratching of my quill and the steady, wet rattle of Mara’s breath in the room behind me. The candle on the desk had burned down to a nub of white wax, its flame trembling in the draft that seeped through the stone walls of our tower, casting long, jittery shadows that danced against the ceiling like the...

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