The Wistful Cipher

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The first thing I noticed was the smell, not the sight. It was a thick, cloying scent of burnt sugar and antiseptic, hanging in the air like a fog that refused to lift. I stood in the doorway of the shop, my boots sinking slightly into the damp earth that had no business being inside a building. My father’s shop. Or what was left of it. The sign above the door still read *Elias Thorne,...

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