The Wistful Cipher

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The jar sits on the table. It is heavy glass, thick and clouded with age. Inside, the paste has turned. It is dark now, a bruised purple that looks like dried blood. You hold it. The weight is familiar. It is the weight of your life. You are in the kitchen. The walls are damp. The stone is cold to the touch. Outside, the rain hammers the slate roof. It sounds like fingers drumming. It sounds...

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