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Then, a second voice entered the recording. A woman’s laugh, light and distant. "Arthur! The tea is ready, and if you don't come back to the van, I'm eating all the shortbread!"

When he tried to open it, a prompt appeared: What was the color of the wind? Bliss 20180924

He grabbed his jacket, stepped out into the crisp evening air, and hit "Record" on his phone. Then, a second voice entered the recording

It was a riddle his father used to ask him. Arthur smiled, a lump forming in his throat. He typed: . Bliss 20180924