The Wistful Cipher

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The quill was heavy in your hand, its nib scratching against the vellum with a sound like a rat gnawing on bone, and you did not look up from the ledger because if you looked up, you would see the shadow in the corner of the scriptorium, the one that had been growing longer since the dawn bell rang, stretching itself across the flagstones like a spilled pool of ink. You are twelve years old,...

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