The Wistful Cipher

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We were standing in the middle of the room, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and the metallic tang of fear, and my daughter was holding the broken pieces of the watch in her bare hands, the glass shards catching the dim light of the overhead fluorescent bulb as she looked up at me with eyes that were no longer the eyes of the child I had put to bed that morning. The watch was a...

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