The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the jagged edges of the quarry into a single, breathing mass of slate and fog, and within that damp, heavy silence, Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold, wet rock, his hands bound behind him not by rope but by the iron certainty of a duty he had sworn to uphold and now, in the hollow of his...

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