The Wistful Cipher

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2026-08-17 22:29:25 -

The rain hit the slate roof of the St. Jude’s Infirmary in a steady, gray rhythm. It was a sound I had learned to ignore, or so I thought, until the night the candles refused to burn. I stood by the window, my hands cold, my heart a drum. Outside, the old elm tree stood black and silent. It had stood there for three hundred years. It would stand for three hundred more. It did not care about us....

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