The Wistful Cipher

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The fire started at the base of the clock tower, a sudden bloom of orange that swallowed the cobblestones whole. Elias Thorne did not run. He stood on the bridge, his coat heavy with rain and smoke, watching the ancient mechanism groan in its death throes. He was not a firefighter, nor a hero. He was a man who had spent twenty years listening to the silence between heartbeats, and now the...

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