The Wistful Cipher

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Concepcion Figueroa knew, with the cold certainty of a man who has checked the time too many times, that he would be dead by noon. He stood in the mud of the ancestral estate, the olive branches scraping the grey sky above, holding the shattered jade seal. The piece was cold against his palm, a weight that felt less like stone and more like a verdict. He wanted to prove his innocence before the...

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