The Wistful Cipher
Chapter One "Entry 402: 14 kg of black powder, Grade II. Signed: J. Havel." The ink was still wet on the ledger page, glistening under the single bare bulb that hung from the ceiling of the mint’s administrative wing. Vaclav Dvorak stared at the line, his fingers tracing the edge of the paper, feeling the rough grain of the stock. He was thirty-four years old, and he had worked at the Mint for...
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