The Wistful Cipher

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The mud sucked at your boots. It was a thick, cold paste that smelled of iron and rot. You did not look down. To look down was to admit the weight of what you carried. You carried a ledger. Not a book of accounts, but a book of names. The ink was dry. The pages were crisp. They were the only clean things in the war. You were a man of the law, or so the commission claimed. In the city of...

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