The Wistful Cipher

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The apartment smelled of wet wool and stale dust, a scent that had seeped into the plaster over three years of occupancy. I stood by the window, watching the rain streak the glass in erratic, vertical lines, blurring the city below into a watercolor smear of gray and steel. It was a Tuesday, which meant the landlord would be coming to collect the rent again. He always came on Tuesdays. He...

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