The Wistful Cipher

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The iron gate shuddered against the stone wall. Dust rained down from the rafters. You stood in the center of the library. The air tasted of rust and old paper. You were the new archivist. That was the job. That was the lie. The head librarian, a man named Silas, had hired you three days ago. He had not spoken since. He sat behind his desk in the corner. His eyes were closed. He breathed...

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