The Wistful Cipher

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The rain drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the high windows of the St. Jude’s Institute for the Blind, a sound that had long since worn a groove in Elias Thorne’s mind. He stood before the reading desk, the 19th-century letter spread out under the cold glare of the archival lamp, his fingers hovering over the yellowed paper with the reverence of a man handling a live grenade. Elias...

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