The Wistful Cipher

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The notice was pinned to the door with a rusted nail, the paper yellowed by the damp that seeped from the flood forest below. Angelina Ferraro stood in the hallway of coats and bicycles, her breath shallow in the cold air. The school bus route had ended for the season, the roads too soft for the tires, and the village held its breath in the waiting room of the parish office. She was...

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