The Wistful Cipher

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2026-08-17 19:34:06 -

The rain fell upon the grey slate of the old city like a slow, grey snow, washing the cobblestones until they shone with a wet, dark reflection of the sky above. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the bridge, his hand resting on the cold iron railing, watching the water churn below where the mist had gathered into a thick, opaque fog that erased the far banks of the river. He was a man of fifty...

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