The Wistful Cipher

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You wake in the dark. The house holds its breath. Outside, the rain drums a steady, industrial rhythm against the slate roof. You are in your father’s study. It smells of stale pipe tobacco and wet wool. On the desk lies the ledger. It is open to a page marked in red ink. You know what the red ink means. It means debt. It means loss. It means the end. You reach for the ledger, but your hand...

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