The Wistful Cipher

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The glass vial in my hand was cold, colder than the marble table of the faculty lounge, colder than the winter wind that rattled the leaded panes of the old library, and it contained a substance that was not quite water, not quite spirit, but a shimmering, viscous amber that smelled faintly of burnt sugar and old paper, a scent that had become so inextricably linked to the very marrow of my...

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