The Wistful Cipher

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Chapter One "You broke his neck, Deepak. You broke his neck, and now you’re just a ghost in my office." The Chief’s voice was dry, like sandpaper on bone. I stood before his desk, the copper taste of the fog thick in my throat. It was 1942, and the city smelled of wet ash and old fear. My license was lapsed, a piece of paper I kept in a tin with my wages, a tin that had begun to rust from the...

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