The Wistful Cipher

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The brass cufflinks lay on the mahogany desk, twin stars frozen in time. Inspector Silas Vane stared at them. They were cold to the touch, colder than the winter air that seeped through the windowpanes of the old manor. The glass had frosted over, obscuring the dark pines beyond. Inside, the silence was heavy, a physical weight pressing against his eardrums. His father, Arthur, had been found...

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