The Wistful Cipher

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The train that carried me into the valley of Ashworth was not a vehicle of transport so much as a vessel of suspended time, a long, rattling ribcage of iron and steam that groaned against the rails like a beast waking from a fever dream, and I sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, watching the gray mist peel away from the hills in slow, reluctant strips to reveal a landscape that...

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