The Wistful Cipher
The rain fell like a curse. It soaked through my coat. It soaked through my bones. I stood at the edge of the pier. The water was black. It was still. It was waiting. I waited too. My name is Elias Thorne. I was a man of the law. I wore the badge. I carried the weight. But the weight was not mine. It was older. It was heavier. It pressed on my chest. It pressed on my mind. I could not breathe....
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