The Wistful Cipher

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The wax was cooling on the ledger, a dark bead of resin that I pressed flat with the heel of my palm, the heat seeping into the skin until it stung. I am Thomas Bradshaw, thirty-two, and I have served as constable of Blackwood for six years, a tenure that now feels like a lifetime spent in a room with no doors. The village elder, Silas Vane, stood in the doorway of the tower, his face a mask of...

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