The Wistful Cipher

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The rain hit the slate roof like a drumroll for a funeral. I sat in the corner of the cell. The stone was cold. It ate the heat from my legs. I held the scarf. It was blue. It was mine. The door creaked open. Light spilled in. A sliver. A blade. Captain Aldous stood in the frame. He wore no hat. His hair was wet. He looked tired. He looked old. "You have three minutes," he said. His voice was...

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