The Wistful Cipher

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The raven did not die; it dissolved, turning into a grey powder that drifted upward like smoke from a snuffed candle. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of ash in his mouth, the sensation of dryness that clung to the back of his throat long after the dream had faded. He was forty years old, a master locksmith in the city of Ashford, and for three years this omen had haunted his sleep, a silent...

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