The Wistful Cipher

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2026-08-19 14:54:03 -

You dream of the church. It stands in the mist, white stone bleached by a sun that never rises. The spire is gone. It has fallen. The glass is shattered, a mosaic of dark shards on the flagstones. You are wearing your uniform. The wool is damp. It clings to your skin like a second layer of flesh. You know this place. You built it. Or perhaps you buried it. The clock strikes. The sound is not a...

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