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The ink was still wet on the parchment when the first bell tolled. It was a thin, reedy sound, like a bird striking a pane of glass. Elias Vane did not look up. His hand trembled, just slightly, a faint tremor that lived in the bones of his wrist. He was a man who had spent forty years in the library, breathing dust and the scent of decaying vellum. He knew the weight of words. He knew how a...

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