The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey mist that clung to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s coat. He stood at the edge of the moor, the wind biting through the damp fabric, and watched the silhouette of the man ahead. It was a figure cut from shadow and silence, moving with a grace that seemed out of place in this desolate, muddy expanse. Thorne tightened his grip on his pistol....

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