The Wistful Cipher

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The bell tower of St. Jude’s was not a building. It was a mouth. It hung over the cobblestones of the Old Quarter, wide and dark, swallowing the light before it could touch the ground. Elias Vane stood beneath its shadow, his fingers trembling against the cold brass of his pipe. He did not smoke. He had not smoked in ten years. But he held the pipe. It was the only thing that kept his hands...

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