The Wistful Cipher

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The gate was iron. It was old. The rust ran like dried blood down the bars. Elias stood before it. He held the key. The key was heavy. It was cold. It bit into his palm. He did not flinch. He never flinched. The building rose behind him. It was the Archive. It was black stone. It swallowed the light. Inside, the shelves stretched to the ceiling. Dust hung in the air. It was thick. It was grey....

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