The Wistful Cipher

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The file was open on the desk. It was thick. It smelled of stale coffee and old paper. Marcus stared at it. His hands were shaking. He looked at the clock. It was 3:00 AM. The rain hit the window. Tap. Tap. Tap. "Is it real?" he whispered. No one answered. The room was cold. The air conditioning hummed. It sounded like a dying bee. Marcus picked up a pen. He uncapped it. The tip was dry. He...

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