The Wistful Cipher

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The bell rang. It was a sharp, metallic scream that cut through the humid air of the archive. It echoed off the stone walls. It vibrated in the teeth. "You are late, Thomas." The voice was dry. Like parchment. Like dead leaves. Thomas stood by the oak desk. He did not move. His hands were still. They trembled, but only slightly. A fine, high-frequency shake. Like a wire under tension. "I was...

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