The Wistful Cipher
Chapter One Henrique Carvalho’s fingers, stained with the grease of the bus engine, twisted the brass ring of the pager until the plastic casing cracked, a small, sharp sound that echoed in the empty depot where the last route had just ended, the smell of diesel and damp wool thick in the air. He counted the steps of the ninety-six Tannery Steps in his head, a habit formed during the long,...
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