The Wistful Cipher

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The paper was damp, the ink bleeding into a brown smear that looked like dried blood. Elias Thorne held it up against the grey sky, the edges fraying under his wet fingers. It was a dispatch order, torn in half, the top half missing. He had found it in the mud three days ago, tucked into the lining of his greatcoat where he had hidden it when the rifle jammed. The weight of the paper was light,...

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