The Wistful Cipher

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October 12, 1924 The cup is there again. It sits on the edge of my desk, a white porcelain thing with a hairline crack running through the handle. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a constable in Blackwood. I have served here for nine years. I want to clear my name. Three days ago, I fought a man named Arthur Vane. He died. The village says I killed him. They say it because I am not from here. My...

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