The Wistful Cipher

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The morning fog lay thick upon the cobblestones of the old town, a grey woolen blanket that swallowed the sound of the church bells and the creak of the market carts, while inside the stone-walled library of St. Jude’s Academy, the air was stale and smelled faintly of damp parchment and the metallic tang of old fear. Thomas Ashworth sat at a heavy oak desk, his small hands trembling not from...

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