The Wistful Cipher

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The suspension order was cold, a standard A4 sheet that smelled of toner and stale coffee. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, the paper trembling slightly not from fear, but from the damp chill that had settled into his knuckles since dawn. He stood at the checkpoint, the border fence a jagged scar of wire and concrete against the gray sky. The Mist swirled at his boots, a low-lying fog...

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