The Distant Promise
The clock on the wall ticked. Elias Thorne counted the seconds between the ticks, a metronome for his pulse. Three seconds of silence. Three seconds of strain. Three seconds of the pen scratching against the vellum facsimile. He had four hours until the review board convened. If he did not submit the decryption of the Blackwood cipher by five o’ clock, his tenure was gone. The office was small,...
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