The Wistful Cipher

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The iron key in Margaret’s hand was cold, heavier than it looked, and it hummed against her palm with a vibration that felt like a trapped bee. She stood on the threshold of the Magistrate’s office, the fog of Oakhaven pressing against the glass doors behind her, and she held the object out as if offering a bribe to a corrupt judge. It had taken her twenty years to find the key, twenty years of...

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