The Wistful Cipher

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You stand at the edge of the precipice, not of stone, but of ink, and you feel the weight of the letters pressing against your ribs like stones in a well. The city breathes around you, a vast, industrial lung exhaling coal smoke and the wet, metallic tang of rain that has been falling for three days straight, a gray curtain that blurs the sharp edges of the buildings and turns the world into a...

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