The Wistful Cipher
The year was 1348, and the air in the nave of St. Jude’s Cathedral tasted of copper and old dust. Elias Thorne, Inquisitor of the Southern Diocese, pressed his palm against the foundation stone of the altar. It was cold, but beneath the chill, he felt a pulse, slow and rhythmic, like a heart beating under skin. He had been summoned by the Bishop to investigate the strange decay that had begun...
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