The Wistful Cipher

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The solicitor’s pen clicked against the desk, a sharp, rhythmic sound that cut through the silence of the office. "Mr. Thorne, the estate sale is in forty-eight hours. If you cannot sign the waiver by Friday noon, the diary goes to auction. We cannot hold it for sentiment." I looked at the leather-bound book on the table. It was heavy, the spine cracked, smelling of old paper and the faint,...

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