The Wistful Cipher

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The mud was deep. It sucked at their boots. Holloway fell. He hit the earth. Hard. He tried to rise. His legs were lead. Heavy. Cold. Rain poured down. It stung his face. He saw them. Two figures. Black coats. White gloves. They stood over him. One spoke. His voice was flat. "Stop moving." Holloway stopped. He lay there. Breathing. Fast. Shallow. "Who are you?" he asked. His voice cracked. The...

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