The Wistful Cipher

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The wind did not blow; it scraped. It stripped the rust from the fence posts. It stripped the color from the sky. It stripped the will from Elias Thorne. He walked. His boots were heavy. They were filled with mud. The mud was old. It clung to his soles like a debt. Elias carried a case. It was leather. It was black. It was cracked. Inside the case lay the cipher. Not a book. Not a key. A...

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