The Wistful Cipher

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The dream always began with the sound of glass shattering, a crisp, high-pitched crack that echoed through a room Thorne did not recognize. He woke with the taste of copper on his tongue and a pressure behind his eyes that felt like a tightening band. It was November 1912, and the air in the tenement on Harrow Street was thick with coal smoke and the damp chill of the Thames. Detective Elias...

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