The Wistful Cipher
The ink on the ledger page was dry, but the paper itself felt damp against Elias Thorne’s fingertips, a cold, gritty texture that seeped through the skin of his palm as he held it up to the gaslight. He had been staring at the entry for three years, or at least that is what he had told himself, until the discrepancy in the dates finally forced him to look closer, to trace the faint, erased...
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