The Wistful Cipher

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"Look again." You do not look. Your hands are in the dirt. Cold. Wet. The smell is thick. Rot. Sweet. Wrong. "Look," the man says. His voice is low. A rasp. Like dry leaves skittering over pavement. He stands by the curb. In a suit. Too clean. Too sharp. You dig. The shovel hits bone. It sounds wrong. Hollow. Like a drum skin stretched over air. You pull it out. A jaw. Small. White. Yellowed at...

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