The Wistful Cipher

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The air in the community hall smelled of damp wool, stale coffee, and the faint, sweet rot of the lilies that Margaret Holloway had arranged in the center of the long oak table, a bouquet that seemed to pulse with a life of its own, breathing in the stagnant heat of the afternoon as if it were a living lung expanding and contracting in the suffocating room where thirty women sat in rows of...

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