The Wistful Cipher

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The ledger showed forty-two hours of sleep deprivation, three broken pencils, and one missing shard of glass. I sat in the archive, the air thick with the smell of decaying paper and the ozone tang of the cipher. My hands were steady, though the tremor in my left palm had grown since dawn. The town of Culloden was quiet, a silence that pressed against the windowpanes like a physical weight. I...

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