The Wistful Cipher

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Elias Thorne’s fingers were stained with the iron-gall ink of a dispatch that had arrived wet from the rain, the paper softening under his thumb like a bruised leaf. He sat in the back of the Imperial Postal Intelligence Hub, a room that smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. The war had turned the post office into a front-line nerve center, and the air was thick with the...

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