The Wistful Cipher

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The dream had no ceiling. It was a vast, bruised purple expanse where the stars did not twinkle but burned with a steady, cold malice. In that suspended void, Thomas saw the city of Oakhaven not from the sky, but from beneath the cobblestones, looking up at the roots of the oaks that pierced the earth like black fingers. He knew, with the absolute certainty of a child who has swallowed a key,...

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