The Wistful Cipher

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The rain had been falling for three days straight, a heavy, gray sheet that turned the road into a river of mud and silt. I sat in the back of the sheriff’s cruiser, my hands cuffed behind my back, watching the water drip from the edge of the window onto the asphalt. The wipers slapped back and forth, a rhythmic, mechanical thud that matched the beating in my chest. It was a sound I had grown...

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