The Wistful Cipher

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The rain had stopped, leaving the cobblestones slick and black, mirroring the gray sky like a bruised eye. I stood at the threshold of the Whitmore estate, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the ledger I held. It was a heavy book, bound in cracked leather, smelling of damp earth and old dust. I was a prisoner of my own ambition, a man who had traded his freedom for a...

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