The Wistful Cipher

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The coat was not heavy, but it felt like an anchor. I had worn it for three winters in the mill town of Oakhaven, and the wool had thinned to a gossamer mesh over the elbows, revealing the pale, stubborn skin beneath. It was a charcoal grey, once deep and dignified, now faded to the color of wet ash. I held it in my hands in the small, cramped bedroom that served as our home, listening to the...

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