The Wistful Cipher

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The air in the crypt beneath St. Jude’s was not merely cold; it was a physical weight, pressing against my sternum like a wet wool blanket, thick with the scent of damp limestone and centuries of accumulated silence. I stood in the center of the chamber, the candlelight trembling in my hand, casting long, erratic shadows that danced against the vaulted ceiling like the fingers of the dead...

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