The Wistful Cipher

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The quill was dry, but Elias Vane’s fingers were wet with the sweat of a man who had not slept in two days. He counted the strokes of the bell in the tower of the Blackfriars, one for the hour, two for the minute, each toll a heavy stone dropping into the well of his patience. He was a scribe, a man of ink and parchment, of rigid duty and quiet obedience, yet the letter in his hand trembled as...

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