The Wistful Cipher

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The rain fell on the moor. It did not stop. Elias sat by the fire. His hands shook. He looked at the woman. She was beautiful. She was cold. "You are dead," he said. "Am I?" she asked. Her voice was soft. Like smoke. "Yes. You drowned. Three years ago." "I don't remember water." He looked at her face. It was his face. Older. Softer. But his. "Who are you?" he asked. "I am you," she said. "I am...

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