The Wistful Cipher

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The brass key was cold, heavier than it looked, its teeth worn smooth by decades of rust. I held it in my palm, turning it over, feeling the grain of the wood from the attic floor beneath my knees. Outside, the wind tore at the shutters of Blackwood Manor, a sound like tearing cloth, but inside the silence was thick with the smell of dried lavender and old dust. I was twelve years old, a scribe...

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