The Wistful Cipher

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The fog in Blackwood did not merely obscure the city; it consumed it, a thick, grey wool that smothered the gas lamps and turned the cobblestones into slick, treacherous slabs of obsidian. Detective Inspector Elias Thorne walked through this damp shroud with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who had spent twenty years walking the perimeter of his own sanity, seeking a door that would never...

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