The Wistful Cipher
The morning light in the Archive of St. Jude’s did not so much illuminate the room as it seemed to dissect it, casting long, sharp shadows across the oak tables where the manuscripts lay in their leather bindings, silent and waiting. Elias Thorne sat hunched over a folio of the fourteenth-century *Codex Aureus*, his spectacles sliding down the bridge of his nose, the lens of the world narrowed...
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