The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain drawn tightly across the windows of the old manor house, blurring the line between the interior and the wet, heaving earth outside. I sat in the library, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and decaying paper, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. The silence was not empty; it was heavy, pressing...

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