The Wistful Cipher

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The rain hammered the glass. It was a cold, sharp sound. Like teeth chattering. Elias stood by the window. He watched the water run down the pane. It distorted the street below. The street was empty. No cars. No people. Just the gray sludge of the city. He turned away. The room was cold. He shivered. Not from the temperature. From the fear. His hands trembled. He placed them on the desk. The...

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