The Wistful Cipher

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The letter lay on the cold oak desk, its edges yellowed and brittle, the ink faded to a rust-brown that matched the dust settling on the floorboards of the scriptorium. Brother Elias, a man of forty years whose hands were perpetually stained with soot and iron gall, picked it up with a pair of tweezers, his breath held tight in his chest as if the paper might shatter under the weight of the...

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