The Wistful Cipher

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The rain against the windowpanes was not a sound but a weight, a persistent, gray pressure that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth before he registered it with his ears. He woke at three in the morning, the same hour as always, the same cold blue light seeping from the gap beneath the door of the east wing. In the dream, the figure stood there, holding the key, its face a smear of static, waiting...

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