The Wistful Cipher

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The ink did not sit upon the page; it migrated, a slow, dark tide seeping through the parchment and into the dermis of my left hand, a phenomenon that Dr. Aris insisted was merely a hallucination born of sleep deprivation, yet I knew with the cold certainty of a man who has watched his own skin become a manuscript that I was being consumed by the text. It is the fourteenth of October, 1893, and...

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