The Wistful Cipher

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"You are late." The voice was soft. It cut through the heavy silence of the hall like a razor through silk. Elias looked up. He was not supposed to be there. He was not supposed to be anywhere near the Palace of Arts, let alone the private chambers of the Curator. But here he stood, trembling in the cold air, his coat thin and patched, his fingers stained with the dust of the street. "Forgive...

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