The Wistful Cipher

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The ink did not merely stain; it wept. Elara watched the dark fluid seep into the grain of the parchment, a slow, viscous hemorrhage that defied the dryness of the archive’s air. She pulled her hand back, the skin of her fingers already blistering with a heat that had no visible source. The ledger of Abbot Silas lay open on the oak table, its final page a tangle of corrupted script that had...

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