The Wistful Cipher

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The wind carried the scent of wet iron and dying leaves. It was a smell that Elias Thorne knew well. It was the smell of the earth when it bled. He walked along the narrow path that cut through the heath, his boots sinking into the soft, dark soil. The mist hung low, a grey shroud that erased the horizon. It swallowed the world in silence. Elias was a man of few words and many debts. He had...

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