The Wistful Cipher
The stone is cold in your pocket, a weight that feels less like mineral and more like a living thing pressing against your ribs, and you are Elias Thorne, a junior clerk in the Department of Antiquities, standing in the rain outside the museum with the distinct and terrifying sensation that the world has tilted on its axis. You want only to clear your name, to prove that the boundary stone you...
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