The Wistful Cipher

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The rain fell on the slate roofs of Cumberledge like a static charge, a constant, hissing white noise that masked the world below. Elias Thorne stood by the window of his study, watching the streetlights smear into golden halos in the wet dark. He was a man of sixty years, thin as a wire, with eyes that held the dull, persistent light of someone who has looked too long into a fire. The city...

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