The Wistful Cipher

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The rain fell on the blacktop of the county road like a static hiss, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the line between the earth and the sky. Thomas Hale drove the sedan with the window down, letting the cold spray hit his face. He was a man of forty, his hair thinning at the temples, his jaw set in a permanent line of vigilance. He held a small, brass compass in his left hand. It was an...

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