The Wistful Cipher

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The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the financial district into mirrors reflecting nothing but the slate sky above. It was in this damp, heavy atmosphere that Elias Thorne found himself standing in the corner of his office, a room that smelled of old paper and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. He was not a man of action, nor of...

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