The Sogdian Cipher
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, which was significant only because Tuesdays were usually quiet. I was sitting at my desk in the office above Union Street, watching dust motes float through the window's yellow light, trying to decide whether to pay the electric bill or the rent when the letter came. No return address. Just my name—Jack Morian—written in a hand that was careful but not...
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