The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the grey sky by the relentless, rhythmic thrum of the steam engines below, a constant, wet percussion that hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the Northern Ironworks Archive and seeped into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He stood before the massive oak desk, a slab of dark wood that smelled of stale tobacco and varnish, and...

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