The Wistful Cipher

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The stone is cold, Elara, but the air in here is thick enough to chew. You are staring at the blueprints again, and your hands are shaking so badly that the ink blurs into a smear of black water. October 12, 1924. I dreamt of the clock tower again, or perhaps it was a memory so sharp it cut the flesh of my sleep. The shadow of the spire did not fall with the sun; it stretched across the square...

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