The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the industrial city into a smear of charcoal and rust. Inside the grand, decaying ballroom of the Whitmore Estate, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, stale perfume, and the metallic tang of old fear. Margaret Holloway stood near a pillar that had once been polished marble but now wore...

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