The Wistful Cipher

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The air in the station did not smell of rain, as it should have in this part of the coast, but of burnt sugar and old pennies. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the platform, his uniform pressed sharp against the damp, his badge catching a light that had no visible source. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Thursday; time had begun to pool and stagnate around him like thick honey. He was a...

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