The Cipher of Life

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The Blackwood Manor did not welcome guests; it tolerated them. It was a sprawling gothic monstrosity of grey stone and weeping ivy, perched on a cliff overlooking the churning Atlantic. I, Silas Blackwood, was the last of my line, a man who preferred the company of dead languages to living people. My life had been a pursuit of patterns. I saw them in the stars, in the architecture of the...

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