The Wistful Cipher

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The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blurring the skyline of Manhattan into a watercolor smear of gray and neon, while inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts, expensive perfume, and the metallic tang of old money, a sensory overload that made my head throb with a dull, persistent ache as I stood in the corner of the room, holding a glass...

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