The Wistful Cipher

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The rain lashed against the glass. It was a cold, metallic sound. I sat in the booth. My coffee had gone cold. I did not care. The steam rose. It curled like a ghost. I watched it dissipate. I am a clerk. I file papers. I sort data. I am a machine of routine. My hands are steady. My mind is a locked room. Inside that room, there is a cipher. It is my life. It is my soul. I have been waiting for...

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