The Wistful Cipher

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The bottle of arsenic sat on the kitchen table, its glass thick and clouded with age, looking less like a weapon and more like a forgotten prescription for a fever that had cured itself years ago, a small, heavy anchor to the mundane reality of our crumbling Victorian house in the industrial haze of Salford, and I stared at it with a detachment that felt suspiciously like peace, knowing full...

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