The Wistful Cipher

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The smell of burnt sugar and iron hung in the air, thick as wool, settling into the creases of my uniform and the damp plaster of the walls. We were in the cellar of the old Pemberton estate, a place that seemed to exist in a pocket of time separate from the war raging above us, where the only sound was the rhythmic dripping of condensation from the pipes and the low, thrumming hum of the...

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