The Wistful Cipher

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The carriage wheels bit into the soft earth of the highland pass, and the sound they made was a rhythmic grinding that seemed to echo the slow, inevitable erosion of the bones within the body of Elias Thorne, who sat rigidly in the back seat, clutching a leather-bound journal to his chest as if it were the only solid object remaining in a universe that had begun to dissolve into mist. The air...

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