The Wistful Cipher

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The letter lay on the mahogany desk, the paper yellowed and brittle, the ink shifting like oil on water. Arthur Vane watched the words rearrange themselves, the letters sliding into new configurations as if the dead man were still trying to get the sentence right. His hand trembled, not from cold, though the London frost was biting hard against the glass, but from the weight of the secret he...

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