The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the eaves of the blacksmith’s cottage and turned the air into a wet, heavy cloth wrapped around the town of Oakhaven, a place where time seemed to pool in the gutters rather than flow, and it was here, in this damp liminal space where the boundary between the living and the dead had grown thin as parchment, that Elias...

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