The Wistful Cipher

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The train from Bristol to the county seat was a rattling, coal-stained thing that smelled of wet wool and rust, and Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his coat collar turned up against the November damp, watching the flat, brown fields scroll by in a blur that offered no comfort. He was forty years old, a senior archivist at the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Criminally...

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