The Wistful Cipher

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The frost had not yet surrendered to the early sun, clinging to the windowpanes of the municipal office like a lace curtain of ice that distorted the world outside into a blurred and trembling watercolor, and you sat at your desk, the cheap laminate cool against your wrists, holding the jagged, translucent shard of the garden glass that you had found that morning in the snow, its edge sharp...

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