The Wistful Cipher

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The banquet hall of the Whitmore estate hummed with a low, electric tension, a vibration that seemed to rise from the polished mahogany floorboards and settle into the marrow of the guests. It was a Friday night in late October, and the air outside was thin with frost, but inside, the chandeliers cast a golden, almost liquid glow over the sea of silk and wool. Elias Thorne stood near the heavy...

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