The Wistful Cipher
The kettle screamed. It was a thin, high-pitched shriek, the kind that set teeth on edge. Elias turned the valve. The noise cut off. Silence rushed back into the room, heavy and wet. He looked at the pot. Black liquid sloshed inside. Steam curled up, twisting into shapes that didn’t hold. He picked up a cup. Porcelain. White. It felt cold against his palm. He poured. The stream was thin. Dark....
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