The Wistful Cipher
The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the earth by a wind that howled through the broken arches of the abandoned cathedral, a sound like the weeping of the damned, and in that howling, Elias Vane felt the cold seep not merely through his threadbare coat but into the marrow of his bones, a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the hollow space...
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