The Wistful Cipher

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The iron bell rang once. Then again. The sound was not a chime but a shriek, thin and sharp as a razor dragged across slate. Silas Vane stood in the mud, his coat soaked through to the skin, the water running in cold rivulets down his spine. He did not flinch. He had trained himself not to flinch. The rain fell in sheets, turning the road into a slurry of brown clay and broken glass. Ahead, the...

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