The Wistful Cipher

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The rain in Ashford had a particular quality, heavy and cold, smelling of wet iron and old coal dust. It did not fall so much as it settled, a grey curtain that blurred the edges of the cobblestones and turned the gas lamps into smeared halos of amber. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Mill Street, his coat collar turned up against the damp, watching the water pool in the gutters. He was a...

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