The Wistful Cipher

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The rain fell upon the cobblestones of London like a shroud of grey water, blurring the gaslight into weeping halos that stretched long and thin across the slick pavement. I stood in the alleyway behind the magistrate’s office, my hands trembling not from the cold that seeped into the bones of my coat, but from the adrenaline that still surged through my veins like molten lead. The scent of wet...

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