The Wistful Cipher

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The iron key was cold, slick with the damp that seeped from the mortar of the gatehouse wall. Elias Thorne held it between his thumb and forefinger, the metal biting into the skin, a small, sharp anchor against the fog that rolled off the river. He was forty-two, and his knees ached when the rain came, a dull, grinding protest that had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the...

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