The Wistful Cipher

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The fire did not consume the Millhaven Archive so much as it digested it, a slow and terrible chewing motion that turned the oak beams into black, screaming veins and the thousands of ledger books into a pile of ash that smelled of sulfur and old ink. Elias Thorne stood on the cobblestones of the town square, his hands trembling not from the heat, which was distant now, but from the absolute...

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