The Wistful Cipher

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The train smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco, a scent that clung to the lining of my coat like a second skin. I sat in the corner of the compartment, my fingers tracing the worn leather of the case beside me. Inside lay the cipher. Not a code of letters, mind you, but a physical thing: a small, brass-bound book of seals, each one imprinted with a unique, intricate pattern. There were forty...

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