The Wistful Cipher

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Agnes. The name hung in the air, sharp and cold, like a wire pulled tight across the throat. Prior Thomas stood at the head of the refectory table, his face a mask of stone, his eyes hard and unblinking. The other sisters sat in silence, their heads bowed, the wool of their habits smelling of damp wool and stale bread. Agnes looked down at her hands. They were clasped tightly together, the...

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