The Wistful Cipher

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The rain had not stopped in three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the high windows of the archive, a sound that felt less like weather and more like a warning. I stood before the mahogany desk of Julian Vane, the great archivist who had vanished that morning. His chair was still warm. That was the first thing that felt wrong. The air in the room was thick, smelling of dust,...

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