The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey mist that turned the moor into a breathing entity, a vast, damp lung expanding and contracting with the rhythm of the wind that swept across the blackened grass. Elias Thorne walked with his head bowed, the heavy wool of his traveling coat soaked through to the bone, the fabric clinging to his frame like a second skin that...

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