The Wistful Cipher

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The brass compass lay on the mahogany desk, its needle trembling not toward north, but toward the heavy oak door, and Captain Elias Thorne watched it with the weary, hollow eyes of a man who had spent thirty years listening to the silence of dead men. The air in the study was thick with the scent of pipe tobacco and old paper, a tangible weight that pressed against his lungs, and outside the...

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