The Wistful Cipher

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The letter lay open on the desk, its parchment yellowed by the damp of the cellar, the ink so dark it seemed to drink the thin afternoon light that slanted through the single, grime-caked window. Elias Thorne, a man of forty years whose face had grown as thin and weathered as the oak roots of the house he inhabited, read the date at the top: the fourteenth of October, in the year of our Lord...

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