The Wistful Cipher

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The air in the containment unit is sterile, recycled through filters that hum with a low, electric frequency, a sound that has long since ceased to be background noise and has instead become the very rhythm of your breathing, the pulse of your blood, the ticking clock of a life suspended in amber. You sit on the edge of the narrow cot, your hands resting on your knees, fingers interlaced so...

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