The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. A grey mist clung to the high windows of the Blackwood estate. It was a suspended breath. Time had stopped. Or perhaps it had broken. Inspector Elias Thorne stood in the center of the library. He held a pen. It was heavy. Iron. Cold. He looked at the door. It was locked. From the inside. There was no other exit. Thorne was a man of duty. He wore his silence...

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