The Wistful Cipher

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You arrive in Harrowgate on a Tuesday, the air tasting of iron and stale rain. The station is a relic, its brickwork weeping grey water. You carry one bag. It is light. Inside it holds your life, or what remains of it. You are a clerk. A keeper of records. Your hands shake, not from cold, but from the weight of the silence you carry. The town is small, a web of narrow streets and closed...

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