The Wistful Cipher

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The rain lashed against the single pane of the mayor’s office window, a rhythmic drumming that did little to drown out the silence Elias Thorne felt in his throat. He sat at the heavy oak desk, his fingers trembling slightly as he held the brass cipher wheel, its intricate notches worn smooth by decades of anxious handling. Across from him, Mayor Halloway leaned forward, his face a mask of...

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