The Wistful Cipher

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You are standing at the edge of the moor, the wind tearing at your coat with a violence that feels personal, as if the landscape itself is trying to shed its skin, and you realize with a cold, clinical precision that you have been here before, not in memory, but in the marrow, in the specific way the heather bites into your lungs, a scent so sharp it tastes of iron and old blood. You are a...

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