The Wistful Cipher

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The dream was not a dream but a fever, a thick, amber syrup that coated the inside of Martha’s skull and turned the air in the small, damp cottage into something breathable only if one accepted the premise that the world had ended and been replaced by this grey, static-humming void. She stood before the mirror, which was not a mirror but a window into a room she had not entered in years, a room...

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