The Wistful Cipher

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The rain hit the window. Hard. I watched the drops slide down the glass. Each one a tear. Each one a lie. My hands shook. I held the coffee cup tight. The ceramic was cold. It had been cold for hours. I did not drink. I looked at the file on the desk. The paper was white. The ink was black. The name was red. Eleanor Fairchild. I knew her. I had known her for ten years. She was my wife. She was...

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