The Wistful Cipher

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The ink on the parchment was still wet, a glossy black vein against the pale vellum, smelling of iron and crushed walnut. Arthur Vane sat hunched over the oak table in the scriptorium, his fingers stained up to the second knuckle. He was not a monk, nor a scribe, but a seeker of patterns, a man who read the geometry of words to find the lies hidden within them. The candlelight flickered,...

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