The Wistful Cipher

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The smell of ozone and old paper clings to your skin. It is a scent you cannot scrub away. You sit in the center of the room. The walls are lined with books that have not been touched in decades. The air is still. You are alone. Or you think you are. A door opens. It is not a heavy sound. It is the click of a latch. You do not turn around. You know who it is. "Are you asleep, Elias?" Your voice...

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