The Wistful Cipher

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You sit in the center of the room, the silence heavy as wet wool. The city outside is a grid of light and shadow, indifferent to the quiet unraveling within these walls. You are not afraid. That was the first thing you learned in the war, the one that happened here, in the concrete and the glass, in the streets where the air tasted of ozone and iron. You are a translator. Not of languages, but...

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