The Wistful Cipher

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The gate at thirty-one of NineElm Crossing was not merely broken; it was a wound in the earth, gaping and raw, and Bridget Tuohey stood before it with her hands shaking so hard she could not grip the iron latch. She was thirty-two, a mason who knew the weight of every stone in her brother’s legacy, and the rain found every hole in her coat, soaking the wool until it felt like a second skin of...

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