The Wistful Cipher

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Astrid Moen stood in the sterile white light of the forensic lab, her fingers hovering over the suicide note, and I knew then that the ink was wrong. It was a dry season, the air thick with the dust of the northern cape, and the ceiling stains in the room spread like old bruises, mapping a geography of neglect that no one in the parish dared to clean. I am a tax collector for the dead, a woman...

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