The Wistful Cipher
Elias wiped his hands on his apron. The leather was stiff. It cracked when he moved. He looked at the window. Rain streaked the glass. It blurred the street outside. The shop was quiet. Too quiet. "Did you see the new commission?" A voice came from the back room. It was soft. It was not what Elias expected. He turned. Julian stood in the doorway. Julian was his best friend. They had worked...
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