The Wistful Cipher

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the high, arched windows of the Blackwood Library, a sound that seemed to seep through the stone and settle into the marrow. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the leather creaking under the weight of his stillness. He was a man who had spent his life cataloging the dead, arranging their words into neat, silent...

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