The Wistful Cipher

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The oak beams of Blackwood Manor were singing again, a low, resonant thrum that vibrated through the soles of my boots as I stood in the center of the library, the dust motes dancing in the thin shafts of afternoon light that pierced the gloom. I was forty-two years old, a constable with twenty years of service under my belt, and my pension was hanging by a thread as thin as the rotting timber...

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