The Wistful Cipher

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The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Hall of Records, a rhythmic, industrial drumming that vibrated through the iron ribs of the building and into the bones of Silas Thorne. He stood in the center of the vast, circular chamber, his knuckles white as he gripped the hilt of his ceremonial saber, the steel cold and unyielding against his palm. The air smelled of wet stone, old...

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