The Wistful Witness

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The ink in the scriptorium did not dry; it breathed, a slow, viscous pulse that matched the rhythm of Elias Thorne’s own shallow heartbeats as he hunched over the obsidian desk, his fingers trembling not from cold but from the electric, illicit thrill of the Severed Codex whispering its secrets directly into the wet gray matter of his mind. He was thirty, a man of restless, frivolous charm who...

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