The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a fine, gray mist that clung to the eaves of the house and settled into the pores of the skin, a persistent dampness that seemed to come from within the bones rather than the sky. Julian Thorne stood in the center of the kitchen, the room’s heart, and watched the steam rise from the kettle, a white ghost curling upward before dissipating into the cold...

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