The Wistful Cipher

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The chisel bit into the limestone with a sound like a dry bone snapping, and Elias Thorne’s hand trembled not from the cold, but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the debt that pressed against his ribs. He was thirty-four, a sergeant in the border garrison, and the man who owed him the sum that would save his sister’s farm was a ghost, a name on a ledger, and a silence that had grown so loud...

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