The Wistful Cipher

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The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring with the usual peal of Sunday morning. Instead, it let out a single, fractured groan that echoed across the grey expanse of the moor, a sound like a bone snapping in a quiet room. Elias Thorne stood on the threshold of the church door, his hands still dusted with the white chalk of his trade, watching the smoke from the village chimney rise in...

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