The Wistful Cipher

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The rain against the windowpane was a rhythmic, relentless ticking, a metronome for a song I had long forgotten how to sing. I sat in the corner of the diner, my back against the cold brick, watching the steam rise from the mug of black coffee that had gone cold an hour ago. The coffee was thick, bitter, and undeniably present, a small, dark anchor in the swirling grey of my thoughts. It sat...

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