The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windowpanes of the old manor house. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and stale tobacco, a perfume that had settled into the walls over decades. Elias Thorne stood by the fireplace, his back to the room, his hands resting on the mantelpiece. He was a large man, built for a life of physical labor...

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