The Wistful Cipher

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The rain against the windowpane of the archive room sounds like static, a low, persistent hiss that fills the silence between our words. You are sitting at the heavy oak desk, your fingers stained with ink and the faint, metallic scent of old paper. I am standing behind you, not quite touching, observing the way your breath fogs in the cold air. It is a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time has...

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