The Wistful Cipher
The rain in Oakhaven does not fall so much as it hangs, a grey curtain that blurs the edge of the world and softens the sound of your own breathing. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and you have spent the last six years in the federal custody complex outside the town, waiting for a sentence that you believe will never come. Your want is simple, carved into the bone of your daily...
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