The Wistful Cipher

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The rain slicked the cobblestones of the dockyard. It smelled of brine and rust. I watched the fog roll in. It swallowed the masts. I stood by the chain-link fence. My hand trembled. Not from cold. From fear. I had to do this. I had to stop it. The building loomed behind me. St. Jude’s Institute for the Remediation of the Nervous. It was a place of glass and steel. Modern. Industrial. We called...

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