The Wistful Cipher

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The silence of the Royal Mint was not an absence of sound but a heavy, suffocating substance, thick as curdled milk and cold as the cellar where the silver bullion lay stacked in wooden crates, waiting to be melted into the face of the King. Elias Thorne sat in his narrow office, the smell of tallow candles and heated metal clinging to his hair, his fingers stained permanently with the black...

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