The Wistful Cipher

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The lighthouse was always crumbling in the same way, the granite base eroding into the black water while the light continued its blind, rhythmic sweep across a sea that did not exist. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of salt on his lips and the distinct, grinding sensation of stone shifting against stone in his jaw, a physical echo of the dream that left him gasping in the dark of his small,...

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