The Wistful Cipher

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The rain hit the window glass in a steady, rhythmic drumming. I could feel it in my teeth. A low, grinding ache. I looked down at my hands. They were trembling. Not from the cold. The radiator hissed in the corner, a dying metal beast. It was warm inside. Too warm. "Are you still awake?" I didn't look up. I knew who it was. I always knew. "Yes," I said. My voice sounded thin. Like paper...

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