The Wistful Cipher

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with wax the color of dried blood, and it smelled faintly of lavender and rot. You held it in your trembling hands, the parchment brittle as old skin, knowing that this was the end of the long, quiet lie you had woven around your life. You were Arthur Penhaligon, the Keeper of the Archives, a man of seventy winters, whose eyes had dimmed to the pale grey...

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