The Wistful Cipher

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The count was precise. One hundred and forty-four stitches per inch, a standard that held the fabric tight against the grain of the wood. I had been counting them for three hours, the rhythm of the needle a dull, metallic pulse against the silence of the basement. My hands were numb, the cold seeping through the soles of my boots, but the counting kept my mind anchored to the physical world. I...

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