The Wistful Cipher

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The feast was held in the basement of the community center, a sprawling concrete cavern that smelled of damp earth and cheap wine. You sat at the long table, your hands folded in your lap, watching the other employees laugh and pass around platters of roasted chicken. The room was warm, thick with the heat of bodies and the low hum of conversation, a suffocating blanket that pressed against...

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