The Wistful Cipher

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The rain had been falling since dawn, a thin, persistent mist that clung to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s greatcoat and seeped into the bone-deep cold of the train carriage, which shuddered and groaned as it cut through the grey, industrial sprawl of the North Country, a landscape of soot-stained brick and iron skeletons that seemed to breathe with a kind of exhausted, mechanical sigh,...

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