The Wistful Cipher

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The fire took the library first. It was not a gentle thing. It was a beast of orange and black that clawed through the oak shelves, drinking the ink and paper until the air itself tasted of ash and old secrets. I stood in the courtyard, the rain cold on my face, and watched the heart of the Abbey burn. I was the Keeper of the Archives. I was also the thief. The cipher lay in my pocket. It was a...

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