The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that smelled of wet slate and old paper, clinging to the windowpanes of the archive’s third floor where the dust motes danced in the weak afternoon light. Silas Vane sat at his desk, a low-slung piece of mahogany that had seen better decades, his fingers stained with the faint, permanent ink of the documents he...

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