The Wistful Cipher

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2026-08-19 08:42:26 -

The coat was wool. Heavy, dark, and smelling of rain and iron. It hung on the hook by the door of the small shop I kept, tucked away in a corner of the old quarter. It did not belong to me. It had not belonged to anyone I knew. Yet it sat there, a silent witness to the hours I spent counting coins and dusting shelves. I am a merchant. I deal in buttons, thread, and minor repairs. It is quiet...

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