The Wistful Cipher

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The glass shards lay in his palm, cold and sharp against the skin, each fragment reflecting a sliver of the grey dawn light filtering through the barracks window. Elias Thorne dropped them onto the linoleum floor with a sound like teeth breaking. He was thirty-two years old, a Sergeant in the Royal Irish Fusiliers, and in six hours, a court-martial would decide whether he hanged or went free....

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