The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped through the limestone pores of the ancient wall, a cold, grey mist that settled into the marrow of the bones of everyone who lingered in the cellar, where the air tasted of wet chalk and old, dried blood, a flavor that had become so intrinsic to the boy, Thomas, that he could no longer distinguish it from the taste of the iron-rusted water he drank...

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