The Wistful Cipher

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The ink was still wet on the parchment when I noticed the fox. It sat in the corner of the archive, a smudge of grey fur and amber light, its eyes fixed on my hand as it smoothed the torn page. I had been tracing the cipher for three hours, my fingers numb from the cold damp that seeped through the stone floor of Blackwood Keep. The paper was brittle, crumbling at the edges like dry leaves, and...

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