The Wistful Cipher
The letter from the Bureau lay on the kitchen table, the paper brittle with age and the ink faded to a bruised purple. Elias Thorne picked it up, his fingers stained with the grease of the day’s repairs, and read the formal accusation of dereliction in the raid on the Halloway warehouse. He signed the receipt of the document, a mechanical motion that felt less like an acknowledgment and more...
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