The Wistful Cipher

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The rain lashed against the single pane of your office window, blurring the gaslight of Whitechapel into a smudge of yellow and grey. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and your hands are trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the paper in front of you. You want the promotion. You want the desk that faces the wall, the one Inspector Hale has held for a decade, and you want...

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