The Wistful Cipher

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The ash was still cold on the ledger when I found it. I wiped it away with my thumb, the grey powder smearing into the grain of the wood, but the stain remained. It was the only mark left of the silver, forty-two pounds of the village’s reserve, gone in a night without a break-in, without a sound, just a patch of frost where the heavy iron chest had sat. I stood in the Magistrate’s office, the...

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