The Wistful Cipher

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You are the moth. This is not a metaphor you choose. It is the fact of your existence, written in the brittle architecture of your wings. You burn. You have always burned. The town of Oakhaven sits in the valley like a bruised plum. It is a place of stone and shadow, where the air tastes of iron and old rain. The year is one that has no name in the books, only in the memory of the stones. You...

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