Not Making Sense

“…6rate furial, gitlle, Finary Oud retise, Andra Mat.” The jumbled words rolled off his tongue but meant nothing. Luke frowned, rereading them, but still they were nonsense. The letters seemed typewritten yet oddly spaced, as if random keys were pressed. “Is this some kind of code?” he whispered. His frustration grew, but so did intrigue. It had to mean something.
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