The Wistful Cipher

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The fire started in the west wing, not with a roar, but with a whisper of orange light bleeding through the heavy velvet drapes. By the time the smoke became visible, the house was already a tomb of ash and silence. You stood on the gravel path, your hands slick with the soot of the collapsing roof, watching the flames eat the library where your father had kept his life. You were the last one...

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