The Wistful Cipher

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Thorne, you’re blocking the lane again. The voice came from the shadows of the card room, sharp as a snip of shears. I stepped aside, my boots squeaking on the oil-slicked concrete, and watched Mr. Gable check his pocket watch. The Blackwood Mill had been running for forty years, and in that time, the rhythm of the looms had never faltered. Not once. But for three nights straight, I had heard...

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