The Wistful Cipher

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The ledger was cold. It sat on the mahogany desk, bound in leather that had once been black but was now the color of dried blood. Marguerite held it. Her fingers trembled. Not from fear. From fatigue. The ink was dry. The pages were brittle. She had held this book for thirty years. It was the only thing in the Office that did not change. The men changed. The suits changed. The rules changed....

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