The Wistful Cipher

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The banquet hall was a cavern of heat and salt, the air thick enough to chew, smelling of roasted pheasant, stale beer, and the wet, metallic tang of fear that clung to the skin of every man and woman who had been invited to the estate of Arthur Penhaligon. There were forty of them, seated on long trestle tables that groaned under the weight of silver plates and clay jugs, their faces...

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