The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown, a grey, horizontal lash that turned the cobbled street of Oakhaven into a river of mud and broken light, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of this chaos, his boots sinking, his hands slick with the blood of a man who had never drawn a weapon, holding a ledger bound in leather that smelled of old iron and regret, while the town square behind him...

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