The Wistful Cipher

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The rain on the roof of the school bus is a rhythmic drumming that you cannot escape. It sounds like fingers tapping against glass, a persistent, hollow rhythm that matches the beating of your heart. You are twelve years old, and you are holding the key. It is a small, brass thing, cold and heavy in your palm, worn smooth by decades of use. It belongs to the door of the library. You know this...

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