The Wistful Cipher

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The cellar smelled of wet limestone and the slow rot of paper. Elias Thorne counted the hours he had spent kneeling on the damp flagstones, his knees aching with a dull, persistent throb that had become a constant companion over the last decade. He held the silver locket in his left hand, turning it over and over, feeling the cold weight of the metal against his palm. It was a small, oval...

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