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Arthur Pemberton had spent seventeen years believing that language was a bridge. It was, in his own careful way, a lie he told himself each morning while braiding his beard and watching London's coal smoke rise like a prayer from the Thames. He was a man of the British Museum's undercroft, a cryptographer by training, a translator of dead tongues by trade, and he believed — truly believed —...

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