The Wistful Cipher

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The clock tower in Blackwood ran fast. Everyone knew it. It was a fact as settled as the rust on the iron gates or the smell of coal dust in the marrow. Elias Thorne stood on the cobblestones, watching the hands sweep past twelve. He was a small man, bent by a life spent looking into ledgers and locks. He worked for the City Watch. He was a detective, though the title felt like a coat that had...

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