The Wistful Cipher

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Thorne. The name was not spoken by a person, but by the air in the vault, a dry rasp that sounded like leather rubbing against rusted iron. Elias Thorne woke with his mouth full of dust, the taste of old paper and copper on his tongue. He lay on the workbench, his cheek pressed against a disassembled escapement wheel, the tiny hairs of his arm standing up in the cold draft that seeped through...

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