The Wistful Cipher

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The banquet hall of the Halloway & Vane textile firm smelled of roasted goose and stale tobacco. Elias Thorne, a junior clerk of thirty years with ink permanently stained into the whorls of his fingerprints, stood near the mahogany pillar, holding a glass of sherry he had not sipped. The room was a sea of silk and gold, the industrialists of Leeds dressed in their finest, laughing with the...

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