The Wistful Cipher

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The coal chute collapsed at dawn, burying the lower level of the Ashworth Mill in a mountain of black dust and twisted iron. There was no screaming. Only the grinding of stone against metal, a sound like a jaw cracking, and then a silence so heavy it pressed against the eardrums. Elias Thorne stood on the upper catwalk, his boots slipping on the soot, staring down into the void where his...

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