The Wistful Cipher

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I woke with the taste of copper and old rain on my tongue, the dream still clinging to me like a wet wool coat that had been left in the sun. In the dream, the world was a vast, gray expanse of heathland, and I was running, not because I was being chased, but because the air itself was thinning, becoming less breathable with every stride. I was looking for something small, something that had...

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