The Wistful Cipher

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The porcelain cup shattered on the concrete floor with a sound like a bone breaking. Elara Vance stood frozen in the center of the archive room, her hand still raised as if she had thrown it, though her fingers were curled around nothing. The shards glittered under the harsh fluorescent lights, white and sharp, mirroring the jagged pain that had erupted in her chest an hour ago. She was...

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