The Wistful Cipher

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The rain in London did not fall so much as it seeped, a gray, persistent dampness that settled into the bones and the brickwork of the city alike. In the basement office of the Department of Internal Affairs, where the air tasted of stale tobacco and damp wool, Arthur Pendelton sat before a desk that was less a workspace and more an altar to order. He was a man of middling height and middling...

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