Hint!

 

  • Hint 1: The initial letters of the six lines spell a Latin word meaning “key.”

  • Hint 2: “Regula III” means shift by three—not thirty-three, you animals.

  • Hint 3: The plaintext is in English, because the dead are multilingual but concise.

    Good Luck!

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