The Wistful Cipher

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The vellum was heavy, a slab of cured calfskin that resisted the nib with a friction that ground against Thomas’s bone. He held his breath, the inkwell trembling in his left hand, as the Abbot’s shadow fell across the desk, a long, dark shape that swallowed the candlelight. Thomas looked up, his eyes red-rimmed from the strain of holding the quill steady, and met the Abbot’s gaze, which was as...

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