The Wistful Cipher

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The rain fell on the city like a gray veil, heavy and cold. It soaked into the pavement. It seeped into the bones of the old stone. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the pier. He watched the fog roll in. The harbor was silent. The water was black. He wore his coat tight against the chill. The wool smelled of damp and old smoke. He was leaving. The train was due at noon. He had packed his bag....

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