The Wistful Cipher

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Homer Priddy The air in the freezer room of the fish market always tasted of rust and old ice, a metallic tang that stuck to the back of my throat and refused to wash down. I stood there, my breath misting in the cold, watching the steam rise off the conveyor belt like a ghost trying to escape. My hands were shaking, not from the cold, but from the weight of the brass compass in my pocket. It...

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