The Wistful Cipher
The lock clicked shut with a sound like a bone snapping, and I was alone with the silence. "Are you finished?" Lord Blackwood’s voice carried through the heavy oak door, thin and precise. "I have a dinner party to attend, Mr. Thorne. The key remains in your possession. If you are innocent, the object will speak. If not, it will remain quiet. Do not keep us waiting." I looked down at my hand. In...
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