The Wistful Cipher

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The scale in the laundromat was the only honest thing left in Glasgow, and I knew it because I had weighed my dignity against it every night for three years. It was the kind of machine that hummed with a low, mechanical certainty, indifferent to the damp that seeped up through the concrete floor of the close, a place where the air tasted of rust and old wool. I stood there, holding a bundle of...

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