The Wistful Cipher

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The rain falls upon the slate roof of the Abbey with a persistence that feels less like weather and more like a judgment. You stand at the head of the long, vaulted hall, your lantern swinging gently in the draft that seeps through the stone walls, casting long, trembling shadows against the pews. You are not here for prayer. You are here because the silence has grown a voice, and that voice...

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