The Wistful Cipher

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The train rattled through the grey morning, its wheels clicking a rhythmic Morse code against the iron tracks. Elias Thorne sat with his back against the cold window, his eyes fixed on a small silver object resting on the table before him. It was a locket, tarnished at the edges, holding the final piece of a puzzle he had spent three decades trying to solve. At fifty-eight, Elias was a retired...

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