The Wistful Cipher

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The light in the archive was the color of old tea, thick and stagnant. Roman Marek sat at the desk, his hands trembling. He held a first edition, water-damaged, its spine cracked and soft. The pages smelled of damp earth and decay. He had been here for three days. The Bureau had given him a lease with a personal guarantee. If he failed, he lost everything. The promotion was the only thing...

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