The Wistful Cipher

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The fluorescent lights in the Sterling Foundation archive hummed a low, persistent B-flat that had long since bored itself into the marrow of my bones. It was November, the kind of damp, gray day that makes the stone walls of the old university building weep, and I sat at my desk, the one by the window where the cold seeped in, staring at the ledger open before me. I was forty-two years old, a...

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