The Wistful Cipher

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Elias sat in the dark. The candle guttered. He held his left hand. The fingers were stiff. The knuckles were swollen. It was the hand of a scholar. It was also the hand of a killer. The castle stood on the cliff. The wind screamed. It was an old place. Stone and salt. The air tasted of iron. Elias was the new archivist. He had come to sort the papers. He had come to find the truth. The truth...

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