The Wistful Cipher

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The ink on the vellum bled, a dark, wet stain spreading across the parchment like a bruise forming under skin. Elias Thorne held his breath, the candle flame trembling in the draft that whistled through the cracks of the Abbey of St. Jude’s vault. He was thirty-two, his fingers stained permanently with the grey dust of centuries, and he wanted only to prove that Master Aldous had stolen the...

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