The Wistful Cipher
The train shudders. It is a cold night. You are on the express to London. The carriage is empty. Only the rustle of your uniform. You are a constable. You are tired. You have walked for hours. Your feet bleed inside your boots. You are going to see him. The man is at the next stop. His name is Arthur. He is the Inspector. He is your superior. You have a letter. It is in your pocket. It is...
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