The Wistful Cipher

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The iron key in Arthur’s pocket burned against his hip, a heat that defied the damp chill of the Blackwood Mill basement, a sensation that rose and fell in rhythm with the pounding of his own terrified heart. It was November of 1893, and the air smelled of wet wool, stale coal, and the metallic tang of fear, a scent that seemed to cling to the soot-stained brickwork of the industrial labyrinth...

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