The Wistful Cipher

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The ink on the page did not dry; it bled. It seeped into the grain of the paper, darkening the fibers until the words became black bruises, swollen and weeping. I watched the letter from my grandfather dissolve into the parchment, the script curling like dead leaves in a storm, until only a single, impossible symbol remained, a glyph that looked like a cage made of thorns. It was the cipher. It...

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