The Wistful Cipher

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The dream was always the same, a wet, heavy rotting of the fingers that Elias Thorne woke to feel in his own flesh, the skin of his right hand blackened and swollen to twice its size, the nails yellowed and thick as old bone. He sat up in the narrow cot of the boarding house room, the air thick with the smell of mildew and the stale smoke of his own despair, and he looked at the hand, which was...

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