The Wistful Cipher

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Thorne. The name was called out by Magistrate Halloway, a sound that cut through the clink of silverware and the low hum of forty guests seated in my workshop, a name that carried the weight of a summons rather than a greeting, and I felt the hair on my forearms rise as the room’s attention shifted from the roasted pheasant to my face. I was forty-two, and my hands, stained with the grease of...

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