The Wistful Mountain

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The rain against the iron bars of Cell 412 did not sound like water; it sounded like the scratching of a quill on parchment, a dry, rhythmic friction that Arthur Vane had come to know as well as his own pulse. For fifteen years, since the day he had first been assigned to the transcription wing of Blackwood Penitentiary, he had held the Silent Codex, a leather-bound volume that the warden...

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