The Wistful Cipher

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The air in the archive smelled of wet stone and ancient dust, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a swallowed stone. I stood in the center of the circular chamber, my hand resting on the hilt of a dagger that felt cold and heavy, a foreign weight in my grip. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage of bone. Around me, the shadows moved. They were not the...

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