The Wistful Cipher
Could a man be erased by the very ink that recorded his life? Lucien Duval asked the question into the static of the telegraph wire, his breath fogging in the cold air of the inauguration hall. He was a border inspector, thirty-two years old, and the weight of the copper ingot in his satchel pressed against his hip like a second skeleton. The Ministry of Internal Security had just opened its...
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