The Wistful Cipher

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The air in the Archive of St. Jude’s smelled of dried lavender and decay, a scent that had settled into the very plaster of the walls over centuries. You stood in the reading room, your fingers stained with the particular grey dust that coated every object in this institution, your eyes fixed on the ledger before you. It was a mundane task, or so the Head Archivist, Mr. Aldous, had claimed when...

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