The Wistful Cipher

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The ink bled into my skin like a brand, the pain a sharp, hot line tracing the curve of a symbol that looked less like a letter and more like a wound. I held Clara’s diary up to the guttering candle, the wax dripping onto the tablecloth, and watched the marginalia reveal itself, each character a small, burning secret that demanded to be read. My fingers were blistered, the skin peeling away to...

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