The Wistful Cipher

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The page lay flat on the mahogany desk, its surface a dull, matte grey that seemed to absorb the harsh light of the gas lamp rather than reflect it. Elias Thorne held the magnifying glass, his breath held in his chest, watching the ink bleed slightly at the edges, a slow, viscous creep that defied the laws of capillary action he had studied for thirty years. The Ministry of Truth was a building...

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