The Wistful Cipher

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The rain in London did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey gauze that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor of soot and stone. Elias Thorne stood on the steps of the Ministry of Antiquities, his umbrella forgotten in the mud, watching his wife, Clara, walk away. She did not look back. In this era, where the fog could swallow a man whole, looking back was a luxury for those...

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