The Wistful Cipher

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The wool in the bales weighed three hundred pounds, and I had counted every inch of the fraying edge for the last hour. My fingers were stained black with ink and lanolin, the smell of it thick in the air, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of my throat. I am Elias Thorne, and I have served the Guild of Merchants for twenty-two years, a span of time long enough to know that a man’s worth...

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