The Wistful Cipher

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The rain had been falling on the roof of the house for three days, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to seep into the plaster and the bones of the old structure itself, a sound that Elias Thorne had learned to interpret not as weather, but as a diagnostic code for the decay of the institution he served. He sat in the study, a room that had once been a place of quiet contemplation but...

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