The Wistful Cipher
The salt crusted in the creases of her knuckles, a white map of her suffering. Elara stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind tearing at her hair, while the thing in the water clawed at the rocks. It had no name, only a hunger that echoed in her teeth. She had come here to solve it, to find the logic behind the scream, but the logic had drowned an hour ago. Her brother, Julian, was gone. Not...
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