The Wistful Cipher

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Chapter One The water in the canal moved slow, heavy with the silt of the dead reeds, and Arsalan Yousafzai watched it pass the hull of his boat without a ripple. He was forty-two, a man whose hands had learned the grain of wood and the tension of rope before they had ever held a quill, yet it was the ink that now ate his life, not the water. In his study, a room that smelled of damp wool and...

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