The Wistful Cipher

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The cellar of the Whitmore estate smelled of damp limestone and the sharp, metallic tang of tinctures, a scent that had permeated the very grain of the woodwork over the last forty years. I stood before the long, scarred oak table, my hands steady as I adjusted the calibration on the brass apothecary scale, the kind of instrument that required a surgeon’s patience and a poet’s attention to...

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