The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. I stood on the wet cobblestones of the square, watching the droplets suspended in the air like diamonds held by invisible threads. Time had broken. Or perhaps I had. The sky above was a bruised purple, stagnant and heavy. I was a detective in a city that no longer existed on any map. A ghost in a machine that no longer ran. My name is Elias Thorne. I was a man...

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