The Wistful Cipher

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12 December 1893 The crystal decanters caught the gaslight and fractured it into a hundred cold, sharp shards that danced across the white tablecloth, mirroring the fractured state of my own composure as I stood to accept the toast. Lord Blackwood, my superior and the man who had built his empire on the silent, steady theft of public trust, raised his glass with a smile that did not reach his...

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