The Wistful Cipher
The glass of the old observatory dome did not so much break as it exhaled, a sudden, crystalline sigh that shattered the silence of the high room into a thousand trembling shards. Elias Thorne stood amidst the debris, his hands open and empty, feeling the cold air rush in where the barrier had been. He was a man who had spent thirty years in the service of the Institute, a place that existed...
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