The Wistful Cipher

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The Inquisitor’s voice cut through the smell of damp wool and old parchment, sharp as a knife. "Elias Thorne. You will read the translation now." Elias stood before the high table. His hands were steady, though his heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He held the scroll, the ink still wet, the letters strange and slanted. He had worked for three years on this text. Three years...

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