The Wistful Cipher

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The rain against the window of the study was a rhythmic, persistent tapping, a code you had long since learned to ignore in favor of the silence that followed. You sat in the leather chair, the one that had belonged to your father, and held the brass key in your palm. It was cold, not with the chill of the weather, but with the weight of what it represented. The key was worn smooth, its teeth...

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