The Wistful Cipher

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The cellar smelled of wet rot and blackberries, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a physical weight. He had been the mill’s investigator for ten years, a job that was less about solving crimes and more about managing the slow, inevitable decay of the town’s secrets, but tonight the air felt different, charged with a static that made the hair on his arms...

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