The Wistful Cipher

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You are scraping the rust from the hinge of the gate with a file, the metal singing a low, discordant note against the damp air, when the letter arrives. It is not a letter, precisely, but a slip of paper folded into a tight square, tucked into the crease of the ironwork by a hand that knew your routine. You unfold it, the paper brittle and smelling of old ink and foxed leather. The cipher is...

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