The Wistful Cipher

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Thorne, you are late, and the ink is drying on the last leaf of the psalter, so if you wish to keep your position, you will come here and take the quill from my hand. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the scriptorium, his breath shallow and his hands trembling with a cold that had nothing to do with the November air, and he looked at the Abbot with a smile that did not reach his eyes because...

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