The Wistful Cipher
The silence in the tower room was not empty, but heavy, pressing against the windows like a physical weight, and Elias Thorne stood before the mirror, adjusting the single silver button on his collar, which had been sewn shut by his mother’s hands three years before her death, a small metallic eye that watched him with a stillness that was both comforting and terrifying, while he tried to...
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