The Wistful Cipher

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The brass badge felt cold and heavy in Elias Thorne’s palm, the metal worn smooth by twenty years of sweat and friction. He sat in the director’s office, the air conditioning humming a low, flat note that vibrated against his molars, while Director Vance looked over the top of his reading glasses. "Psychological instability," Vance said, tapping a pen against the mahogany desk. "That’s the...

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