The Wistful Cipher

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The rain fell on the cobblestones of the Whitehall corridor like a funeral dirge. Colonel Elias Thorne stood by the window. He watched the water drip from the eaves. It was a cold night. The gas lamps sputtered outside. Their orange glow was thin. It did not reach him. He was sixty years old. His hands trembled. They were once steady hands. They had held rifles. They had held pens. Now they...

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