The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended veil of grey water that blurred the edges of the world outside the high windows of Blackwood Manor. Sir Edward Ashworth stood by the hearth, the heat of the fire biting into his wet cloak, yet he felt a cold that had nothing to do with the weather. It was a cold that lived in the marrow, a silence that had grown so heavy over the...

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