The Wistful Cipher

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The glass shattered. Not with a crash, but a sigh. Mara watched the fragments scatter across the floor of the interrogation room. They glittered like cold stars. She did not look down. She looked at the window. Beyond the glass, the city slept under a blanket of fog. The fog was thick. It ate the streetlights. It ate the shapes. It ate the world. She had come here for the bird. The bird was a...

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