The Wistful Cipher

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Act I My fingers were black with ink and the logbook was open to the page where the cipher lived. I traced the symbols, a jagged line of characters that seemed to shift under the lamplight, and the skin of my thumb blistered instantly. I pulled my hand back, shaking the pain away, but the heat remained, a brand pressed into the flesh. This was the third time this week. The Bureau called it a...

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