The Wistful Cipher

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October 14, 1923 The paper was slick with the condensation of my own breath, the ink running in tiny, brown rivers that threatened to dissolve the final line of the cipher. I held the journal page up to the candlelight, the wax dripping hot and heavy onto the desk, scorching the wood with a smell of burnt tallow that cut through the stale air of the study. My hands shook, not from the cold that...

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