The Wistful Cipher

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You stand in the center of the great hall, and the stone is cold through your shoes. The air is thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper. It smells of endings. You are the Keeper of the Archive, or so they call you. A title that sounds like a curse. You have spent thirty years cataloging the whispers of the dead, organizing their regrets into neat, leather-bound columns. You are old. Your...

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