The Wistful Cipher

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2026-08-18 03:35:47 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, dark mirror reflecting the low, bruised clouds above, and I stood in the doorway of the apothecary, my boots squelching in the mud, watching the steam rise from the gutters in thin, ghostly wisps that danced and died before they could reach the second-story windows....

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