The Raven's Cipher
Marcus ran a shop that dealt in the forgotten. His gallery was a labyrinth of rusted astrolabes, leather-bound grimoires, and clocks that ticked in rhythms that defied linear time. He was a man of logic, a collector of facts, until the day he acquired the Raven. The bird was a magnificent, midnight-black creature, trained by a disgraced cryptographer in Prague. It didn't speak in sentences; it...
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