The Wistful Cipher

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The rain had a smell of wet ash and old iron, the kind that seeps into wool and stays there, and it was this scent that Arthur Vane registered before the sound of the door handle turning. He did not look up from the ledger, his quill suspended over the page, the ink wet and black as a bruise. "Arthur," a voice called from the bottom of the stairs, low and rough, like gravel shifting in a...

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