
The Silent Cipher
The air in the attic reeked of mildew and old paper, a scent that clung to Clara’s sleeves as she crouched beneath the floorboards. Her fingers trembled, not from the chill of the draft seeping through the cracks, but from…
The air in the attic reeked of mildew and old paper, a scent that clung to Clara’s sleeves as she crouched beneath the floorboards. Her fingers trembled, not from the chill of the draft seeping through the cracks, but from…