The Forbidden Cipher

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The humidity of the Mississippi Delta was a physical weight, a damp blanket that smelled of river silt and decaying magnolias. Silas didn't hunt animals; he hunted secrets. As an archivist for the dying houses of the South, he spent his days in basements filled with moth-eaten ledgers and letters that smelled of old grief. The Golden Fox was not a creature of nature, but a living cipher....

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