The Wistful Cipher

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October 14, 11:42 PM The letter arrived with the weight of a brick. It was not sealed, the envelope soft and yellowed, the ink smeared by what looked like dried coffee. My name was scrawled in Mara’s jagged hand, the letters slashing through the paper. I opened it on the kitchen table, the wood cold under my palms. She claimed I had framed her. She said I had forged the ledgers to cover my own...

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