The Wistful Cipher

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The air in the Grand Hall of the Whitmore Estate smells of roasted pheasant, burnt beeswax, and the heavy, suffocating perfume of lilies that have been dead for three days, a scent that clings to the silk lining of your coat and the wool of your scarf, settling into the pores of your skin like a fine, grey dust that no amount of scrubbing will ever fully remove, and you stand there, frozen in...

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