The Wistful Cipher

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The glass shattered. Not with a bang. A whisper. A sharp, crystalline hiss. Elias stood still. His hands trembled. The shards scattered across the Persian rug. They caught the afternoon light. Tiny stars. Dead stars. He looked at the pieces. The vase was gone. It had been there for forty years. A relic. A memory. The room was quiet. Too quiet. The dust motes danced. Suspended in the sunbeams....

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