The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from the sky, a heavy, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of Blackwater into a mirror reflecting the soot-stained chimneys. Elias Thorne lay in the narrow bed, his breath rattling in his chest like loose gravel in a tin can, and he dreamed he was walking through a field of white poppies that reached up to his knees, choking him,...

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