The Wistful Cipher

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The dream was of salt. Not the sea, but the granular, white bite of it against the tongue. A thick crust forming in the corners of the mouth. In the dream, the salt was alive. It moved. It sought the veins. Warden Silas Thorne woke with a gasp. The air in the cell was stale. It smelled of damp stone and old iron. He sat up. His head throbbed. The pain was a dull, rhythmic thud, like a hammer...

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