The Wistful Cipher

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The rain hit the window. Hard. It drummed against the glass. A steady, relentless beat. Elias sat in his chair. His hands were still. They were always still. He watched the water streak down the pane. It blurred the view of the street. The street was dark. The street was empty. He was a detective. Or he had been. Now he was just a man in a room. The room was cold. The air smelled of damp wool...

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