The Wistful Cipher

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The candle flame trembles not with the draft, but with the rhythm of my own failing heart, casting long, shivering shadows against the damp stone walls of the scriptorium where I have spent the last decade of my life bending over vellum. I am Elias, a scribe of forty years, and my hands, once steady enough to catch a falling leaf without disturbing its stem, now twitch with a palsy that feels...

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