The Wistful Cipher

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The gate to the manor had not been opened for three days. It stood ajar, a wooden tongue lolling out in the damp air. Thomas stood before it, his hand resting on the iron latch. The metal was cold. It bit into his palm. He did not pull it. He waited. The mist rolled in from the valley, thick and white, swallowing the hedges. It ate the world. One by one, the trees disappeared. Then the road....

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