The Wistful Cipher

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Elias, Elias, the word came from the sergeant’s mouth, flat and dull as a coin dropped in snow, and I turned, my breath hanging in the air like a ghost that refused to leave. I was thirty-two, my boots heavy with ice, and I had walked for nine days through the white silence of the highlands, driven by a want so concrete it felt like a stone in my chest. I carried a sealed letter for my brother,...

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