The Wistful Cipher

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I Was it the guilt, or was it the heat? The question hung in the humid air of the greenhouse module, thick and unanswerable, as Inspector Hale leaned over the cooling rack and stared at the batch of almond tarts that had turned a bruised, angry purple. Ruth Blount stood by the drip line, listening to the hum of the ventilation fans, a sound that had become the only constant in her life since...

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