The Wistful Cipher

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The rain was not falling so much as it was being thrown at you, a cold, grey slap against the glass of the carriage window that blurred the world into a smear of soot and mud. You held the handle tightly, your knuckles white, your breath fogging the pane in a small, frantic circle, while the wheels churned through the slush of the industrial district with a rhythmic, grinding scream that seemed...

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