The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil over the foundry district of Leeds. Thomas Hale stood at the window of his office, watching the water streak the glass. He was a man of middling years, with hands that shook when he held a pen and eyes that had learned to look through people rather than at them. The air in the room smelled of wet wool and old paper. On his desk lay a single...

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