The Wistful Cipher
"Did you hear it, Elias? The bell." You turn from the ledger, the ink still wet on your fingers, and look at the constable’s office in Oakhaven. The stone walls sweat with the dampness of the autumn fog that has settled over the town for three days. You have served here for twelve years. You are thirty-four. Your sister, Margaret, is in the infirmary in the capital, her lungs failing, her bills...
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