The Wistful Cipher
The brass cipher wheel sits heavy in your hands, its teeth worn smooth by your father’s thumb, a cold weight against the sweat of your palms. You are twelve years old, Elias Thorne, and you are the junior clerk at the Ashworth & Halloway Insurance Firm, a position you have held for three weeks since your father’s sudden and unexplained dismissal. The office smells of stale tobacco, damp wool,...
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