The Wistful Cipher
The door was open. Mara saw it first. A gap of white light. Cold. Sharp. She ran. The floorboards shook. Dust fell from the ceiling. "Go," she said. Her daughter, Elise, did not move. Elise stood in the center of the room. Her eyes were wide. Her lips were pale. "Mom," Elise whispered. Mara grabbed her arm. She pulled. Elise was heavy. Not with weight. With stillness. They were in the Hall. It...
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