The Wistful Cipher
Chapter One The silence in the vault was not empty; it was heavy, pressing against the eardrums like the water outside a deep hull, and Carmela Rinaldi knew that the only sound left in the city was the tick of the clock and the faint, wet whisper of the ink moving. She had been waiting for this moment for six years, since the day her mentor, Signore Vieri, had been stripped of his position and...
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