The Wistful Cipher

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In the dream, the fog was not merely weather but a substance, thick and grey as uncooked wool, pressing against the windowpanes of the old mill house with a physical insistence that bordered on the malicious. It was a substance that had weight, that tasted of rust and damp earth, and it did not obey the laws of simple meteorology; it crept, it curled, it whispered against the glass with a sound...

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