The Wistful Cipher

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The parchment lay flat on the stone table, its edges yellowed and brittle as dried skin. You ran your thumb over the ink, a gesture of habit more than hope, feeling the slight depression of the quill’s path. It was the Abbot’s final ledger, dated the fourteenth of October, 1348, the year the sickness took the world. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a junior archivist whose hands were stained...

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