The Wistful Cipher

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The rain fell in sheets of gray iron. It hammered the slate roof of the cottage. It dripped from the eaves. It pooled on the stone floor. It stank of wet wool and old blood. Thomas stood by the hearth. He held his knife. The blade was short. It was rusted at the hilt. His hands shook. He was twelve years old. He was small for his age. His coat was too big. It hung off his shoulders like a...

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