The Wistful Cipher

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The dream was a house made of teeth. Elara stood in the center of a room where the walls were lined with rows of molars, polished to a dull, ivory shine. They hummed. A low, vibrating sound, like a cello string bowed too hard. In the corner, a chair sat empty, its cushion worn through to the springs. Elara knew she had not been there, but she knew the chair was for her. She reached out to touch...

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