The Wistful Cipher

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You wake with the taste of copper on your tongue, a metallic tang that lingers like the aftertaste of a bruise, and you realize you are holding a piece of paper so tightly in your fist that the creases have cut into your palm. The room is dim, the morning light filtering through the heavy velvet drapes of the house you have owned for forty years, a structure of stone and silence that seems to...

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