The Wistful Cipher

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In Elias Thorne’s left hand, the leather glove was cold. It was a single item, a thing of dark, cracked hide, frayed at the fingers where the material had worn through to the pale thread beneath. He held it up to the fluorescent light of the precinct, watching the dust motes swirl in the beam, and felt the familiar tightness in his chest, a cough that tasted of copper and old smoke. The case...

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