The Wistful Cipher

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old wood. Mara sat at the end of the long table. Her hands were steady. She held the ledger. The book was bound in leather. The cover was worn. The spine cracked. It was her. The hall was filled with people. Men in black coats. Women in dark dresses. They ate. They drank. They did not look at her. Mara opened the ledger. The pages were yellowed. The...

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