The Wistful Cipher

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The rain fell upon the city of Oram not as water, but as a fine, grey powder that settled in the crevices of the stone streets and the hems of coats. It was a city built in the shadow of the Great Loom, a structure so vast its gears turned the sky itself, weaving the days together with a rhythmic, grinding inevitability. Elias Thorne was a minor clerk in the Department of Tithes, a man whose...

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