The Cipher of the Dying
The library was a cathedral of rotting paper, a sprawling labyrinth of forgotten knowledge located in the basement of a condemned building in South Kensington. Julian lived there among the dust motes and the smell of vanilla and decay. He was a pale man with fingers that looked like bird claws, a world-renowned paleographer who had spent his life decoding the undecodable. But now, the only code...
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