The Wistful Cipher

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The fire started in the thatch. It began with a whisper. Then a roar. I stood on the gallery of Blackwood Manor, the air thick with smoke and the smell of burning pine. The night was cold. The stars were out. Indifferent. I watched the roof collapse. I watched the beams fall like broken bones. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a man of the law. Or I was. The manor belonged to Lord Ashworth. A good...

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