The Wistful Cipher

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"Is it done?" The voice was thin. It scraped against the silence of the attic room like a nail on slate. Elias turned. He did not look at his wife. He looked at the floor. The boards were warped, dark with age. He counted them. One. Two. Three. "Almost," he said. He was a small man. His coat was too big. It had belonged to his father, who had belonged to a world that no longer existed. Elias...

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