The Wistful Cipher

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October 12, 1998 I have counted the hours since Margaret’s death, and the number is now three weeks and two days. The estate smells of damp wool and old paper, a scent that has soaked into the walls of the archive room where we used to sort the town’s records. I came here to clear her name. For twenty years, the people of Oakhaven have whispered that she stole the Whitmore Manuscript from the...

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