The Wistful Cipher

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The road was wet. We walked. The mist clung to our coats. It smelled of rot. Of old earth. I looked at my hand. It shook. Why did it shake? I did not know. I only knew it was cold. "Keep moving, Elara," I said. My voice sounded thin. Like a wire stretched too tight. She did not look at me. She looked ahead. Into the gray. Her eyes were wide. Bright. Too bright for such a dull day. We were in...

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