The Wistful Cipher
Chapter One "You are bleeding on the vellum, Stavros. Again." The voice of the Head Archivist, Demetrios, hung in the damp air of the study, sharp as the guillotine of the tobacco cutter that had snapped in the corner an hour prior, leaving a jagged splinter of mahogany and a silence that felt heavier than the stone walls. Stavros Chrysos did not look up from the cipher, his hands trembling...
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