The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the windows of the old municipal archive, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the city into a smear of wet stone and dying light, a visual static that matched the static in the head of Arthur Penhaligon, a junior clerk whose life had been reduced to the sorting of municipal water usage reports and the quiet, gnawing hunger of a man who...

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