The Wistful Cipher
The dream came to Major Elias Thorne not as a vision of glory, but as a slow, suffocating tide of grey water rising through the floorboards of his childhood home in the industrial city of Oakhaven, a place where the air always tasted of coal dust and the smell of wet wool, and in this dream the water was not merely water but a liquid manifestation of the rigid, unyielding statutes that had...
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