The Wistful Cipher

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Arthur Vane wiped the grease from his left hand with a rag that had long since lost its white. The shaft was narrow, a throat of black iron and wet stone, and the air inside it tasted of copper and old dust. He was forty-five years old, a mine inspector for the county, and he was trapped. Beside him, leaning against the cold rock, was his father, Elias. Elias was seventy-two, thin as a rail,...

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