The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall. It hung in the air, a thick, gray veil that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Commander Elias Thorne sat in the center of the cell. The room was small, carved from the living rock of the mountain, and the walls wept with condensation. He was not looking at the door. He was looking at the floor. A single drop of water fell from the ceiling. It landed on the stone with a...

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