The Wistful Cipher

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The air in the study tasted of ozone and old paper, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I sat at the mahogany desk, the candlelight trembling against the shadows. It was November, 1912, and the house was silent save for the rhythmic, low-frequency hum that seemed to vibrate from the very plaster of the walls, a sound I had learned to ignore for the sake of my daughter’s...

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