The Wistful Cipher

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"You did it." The words hang in the air, brittle and cold. I look at you. My hands are bound. The rope is rough hemp. It bites into my wrists. The smell of the room is dust and old iron. "Did I?" I ask. My voice is steady. It is a lie. Inside, I am screaming. I am falling. You stand by the window. The light is white. It is not sunlight. It is the light of the other side. The place where the...

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