The Wistful Cipher

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Lars Lindqvist had been a lifeboat coxswain for three years, a job that paid in silence and the smell of tar. He stood at the edge of the fjord, the dry wind cracking the clay of the old kilns behind him, sixty-three of which still stood like broken teeth against the sky. His brother, Einar, was dead. The police said it was fraud. Lars knew it was a lie, and the lie was a weight in his pocket,...

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