The Wistful Cipher

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The bell above the heavy oak door did not ring, but the air in the scriptorium seemed to thicken, a dense, amber suspension of dust and dried lavender that you had known so well for the last three years of your life, a life that had ended the moment you decided to leave. You stand at the threshold of the library, a place that was never truly a library in the way the world understood such...

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