The Wistful Cipher

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The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets of the old district into slick mirrors reflecting the gaslights and the distant, throbbing pulse of the city’s engines. I stood in the center of the archive, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had descended upon the room. It was a silence so thick...

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