The Wistful Cipher
"Put the ledger down, Giuseppa." The voice came from the doorway, low and wet with the humidity that had been swelling the doorframes of the prefabs for three days, turning the wood into soft, yielding things that no longer held their shape. Giuseppa Lancia did not look up. Her pen was moving across the page, checking the weight of the peat against the market price, a calculation that had...
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