The Wistful Cipher

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The departure was not a dramatic tearing away, but a slow, viscous drainage. Inspector Julian Thorne stood at the edge of the Grand Hall, watching the last of the royal procession file out through the heavy oak doors, their footsteps receding into the echoing silence of the corridor. The air in the palace was thick with the scent of beeswax and stale incense, a cloying perfume that seemed to...

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