The Wistful Cipher

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The coat hung on the hook by the door. It was a dark wool thing, heavy and worn thin at the elbows. Dust collected in the folds of the collar. It looked tired. It looked like him. Miles sat at the kitchen table. The wood was scratched. He traced the lines with a fingernail. His hands shook. Not much. Just enough. The phone rang. He let it ring. Three times. Four. Then he picked it up. "Hello?"...

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