The Wistful Dinner

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The cellar smelled of wet limestone and old fear, a dampness that seeped into the marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s bones as he huddled in the corner, his back pressed against the cold stone. He clutched the stolen cipher tablet to his chest, the leather cover slick with sweat, the metal casing digging into his ribs with every shallow breath he took. Above him, the rhythmic thud of heavy boots...

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