The Wistful Cipher

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Lena Sokolov’s hands were slick with the grease of the sonar shack when the dream hit her. She was elbow-deep in the housing of a dead microphone, prying out a corroded pin, when the water from the vision rose around her waist, cold and heavy. She gasped, dropping the screwdriver. It clattered against the metal floor, a sharp, lonely sound. The dream was always the same: a man in a miner’s blue...

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