The Wistful Cipher

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The dream was always the same: the silver brooch, a simple loop of twisted metal set with a single dark stone, fused to Elias Thorne’s palm, burning with a heat that had no source in the waking world. He woke in the straw pallet of the magistrate’s guesthouse, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper, his hand clenching and unclenching until the phantom pain faded into a dull...

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