The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray curtain that swallowed the road and the sky alike. Elias Thorne pulled his collar up against the chill, his boots sinking into the mud that coated the valley floor like a second skin. He was not alone, though no one walked beside him. The silence of the journey was heavy, pressed against his eardrums, filled with the rhythmic thud of...

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