The Wistful Cipher

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The candle had burned down to the width of a little finger, leaving a pool of wax that hardened into a brittle, amber ring around the wick’s charred base. I had counted the hours since the Abbot’s last warning, and the number had grown to forty-three, a tally that felt less like time and more like a weight pressing against the base of my skull. The scriptorium was silent, save for the dry rasp...

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