The Wistful Cipher

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The cough started in November, a wet, rattling sound that shook Silas’s thin frame like a leaf in a gale. Elias Thorne, thirty-two and a sergeant of the local constabulary, held his brother down as the fever spiked. The air in their small house tasted of iron and ash, a constant metallic tang that clung to the back of the throat. Outside, the town of Blackwood sat under a sky the color of wet...

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