The Wistful Cipher

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The rain against the reinforced glass of the precinct station did not sound like water; it sounded like the relentless ticking of a clock that had long since lost its hands. Inspector Arthur Sterling stood by the window, his back to the room, watching the grey slurry of the city blur into an indistinct smear of neon and shadow. He was fifty-four years old, and his body felt less like a vessel...

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