The Wistful Cipher

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The ink was bleeding again. "Is it done, Miss Vane?" Thomas Bradshaw asked, his voice thin in the grey afternoon light. Elara Vane did not look up. Her fingers were stained to the second knuckle, a deep, arterial red that had seeped into the pores of her skin. She held the sheet of paper at arm’s length, watching the black symbols weep. The cipher was not just code; it was a wound. It had been...

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