The Wistful Cipher

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2026-08-18 23:21:05 -

The river did not sleep. It never did. It churned against the stone banks of Millhaven with a persistent, grinding rhythm, a sound like teeth clicking in the dark. I stood on the bridge, my boots soaking through, watching the water turn black and then brown as it swallowed the moonlight. The mist was thick. It clung to my wool coat, cold and wet. I was alone. I had to be alone. This was the...

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