The Wistful Cipher

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The leather was cold, stiff with the damp of the journey, and Elias Thorne held it in his hands as if it were a body he had forgotten to bury. It was a long coat, the color of dried blood, the seams fraying into threads that caught the weak light of the station lamp. He stood in the waiting room of Blackwood, a village that seemed to have been swallowed by the fog, and waited for the cart that...

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