The Wistful Cipher

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The dream is cold. It is the specific, bone-deep chill of a cellar where the air has forgotten how to move. You are standing in a corridor of black glass, and the light behind you is a single, burning coal. You try to turn, but your feet are fused to the floor. The coal grows brighter, hotter, until it is a white hole that swallows the dark. You wake with a gasp, the taste of iron on your...

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