The Wistful Cipher

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"Did you see the frost on the pane? It looks like writing." Thomas Bradshaw looked up from his ledger. The ink was still wet, a dark pool spreading across the parchment of his daily accounts. Outside, the wind howled against the shutters of the apothecary, a sound like a hungry dog scraping at a door. He was a man of forty, with hands that shook only when he held a quill, and eyes that had seen...

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