The Wistful Cipher

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The fog did not roll in; it was exhaled, a thick, grey breath from the cliffs that bordered the Isle of Veridia, swallowing the stone steps that led down to the harbor. It was a departure that had been waiting for years, a slow exhalation of life from the body of the library, and Professor Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the pier, his coat buttons straining against the wind, watching the...

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