The Wistful Cipher

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The rain had stopped, but the house still dripped. It was a slow, rhythmic tapping against the windowpane of the kitchen, a sound that had become the only clock Sergeant Elias Thorne allowed himself to hear. He stood by the counter, his hands resting on the edge of the oak, knuckles white. The wood was cold. It was the kind of cold that seeped through the skin and into the bone, a physical...

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