The Wistful Cipher

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The candle gutters, spitting wax onto the oak floorboards. You press the graphite pencil harder against the parchment, the tip cracking under the strain. The wind hits the chimney with a low, resonant hum, and for a second, the sound is not wind. It is a voice. Your father’s voice. *Stop, Elias.* You freeze, the pencil hovering over the column of numbers. The whisper fades, replaced by the...

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