The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray veil that blurred the edges of the world outside the window. Inside the archive room, the air was still and thick, smelling of damp paper and the metallic tang of old brass. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the lamplight casting long, trembling shadows against the shelves that lined the walls. He was a man carved from patience,...

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