The Wistful Cipher

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Thorne, you’re late again. The voice didn’t come from the door, but from the air conditioning vent, a dry rasp that sounded like sandpaper on rust. I looked up from the stack of intake forms, my fingers still stained with the blue-black ink of the municipal seal. "I’m here," I said, though the room was empty. The clock on the wall ticked with a heavy, wet thud, out of sync with the second hand....

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