The Wistful Cipher

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The frost had taken the mill gears three days before Elias arrived, locking the iron teeth in a permanent, grinding silence. He stood in the doorway of the old Harrow Mill, his breath pluming in the pale November light, and looked at the vine. It was a wisteria, thick as a man’s arm, blooming in the dead of winter with purple flowers that smelled of rot and honey. It wrapped around the central...

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