The Wistful Cipher

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I counted the stitches in the lining of my coat before I left the house. Twelve. That was the number I had to keep track of, same as the coal in the bin, same as the days since Sarah last coughed blood. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a constable in Blackridge. The town is a scar of iron and soot, a place where men break their backs for six shillings a week and die of it before their...

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