The Wistful Cipher

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The black sludge did not smell of oil. It smelled of wet earth and old blood, a scent that clung to Elias Thorne’s fingers like a second skin. He wiped them on his apron, leaving dark, viscous smears across the white cotton, and stared at the main drive gear of the town bell. The iron teeth were fused, locked in a tight embrace by the strange, tar-like substance that defied the physics of...

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