The Wistful Cipher

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Esteri Makela remembered the heat of the glyphs long after the fire was out, a physical burning behind her eyes that no amount of cold lake water could wash away. It had started three months ago, in the damp silence of her apartment on the sixty-three of the Rope Walk, where the frost still crept into the floorboards despite the spring. She wanted the pension. She needed the pension. The Bureau...

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