The Wistful Cipher
Chapter One "You're bleeding again, Edna." The voice came from the shadows behind the filing cabinets, low and dry, like the sound of paper rubbing against dry skin. Edna Yancey did not turn around. She kept her eyes fixed on the index card in her hand, the ink of the date smearing under the pressure of her thumb. It was a Tuesday, or what passed for Tuesday in the Bureau of Anomalous Records,...
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