The Wistful Cipher

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The ink was still wet on the ledger when Elias Thorne looked up from his desk, his quill hovering above the parchment like a bird about to strike. The candle in the iron holder to his left had burned down to a stub, casting a sickly, amber light that pooled on the mahogany surface and left the rest of the archive in a deep, bruised twilight. He was forty years old, and his hands, which had once...

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