The Wistful Cipher

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The train had been moving for three hours when the taste first returned, a sharp, metallic bitterness that coated the back of my tongue like dried blood. I counted the stations by the rattle of the wheels, six stops since leaving the city, each one bringing the black woods closer and the memory of my own hands further away. I am Elias Thorne, and I am here to save my daughter, or so I told...

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