The Wistful Cipher

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The ledger lies open on the oak desk, its pages brittle with the dust of centuries, and the ink has dried into a black fissure that runs across the paper like a dried vein, waiting for the blood to return and make it flow again. I sit in the high-backed chair, the leather creaking under the weight of my exhaustion, a sound that is not so different from the groan of the floorboards beneath the...

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