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Meeting the Expert

Luke sat at a small corner table in Café Marlowe, the crumpled note folded neatly beside his coffee cup. Across from him sat Dr. Adrian Keller, a calm man with silver hair and sharp glasses. He took one look at the note and raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t kidding,” he said. “This isn’t gibberish. This is an old field cipher. I haven’t seen one in years.”
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