The Wistful Cipher

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The ledger was red, the ink still wet, and it smelled of the cheap tobacco that clung to the Inquisitor’s coat. Elias Thorne stood before the desk, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the numbers, the debt of his late father’s gambling debts now sitting on his own shoulders like a stone in a well. He had come to beg for time, for a reduction, for any mercy...

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