The Wistful Cipher

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The door to the Undercroft had not been opened in forty years, yet the air that spilled out when Elias turned the iron key did not smell of dust. It smelled of wet stone and old blood. Elias was not a man. He was a thing of the walls, a knot of shadow and bone that had worn a human face for so long the distinction had blurred into irrelevance. He stood in the corridor, his fingers, long and...

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