The Wistful Cipher

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the grey, bruised sky, a persistent, wet sigh that settled into the cobblestones of Oakhaven. You stood on the bridge, watching the water churn below, your reflection fractured and distorted in the ripples, a ghost of a man composed of ink and bone. You are not a man of action, nor of bloodlust. You are a man of syntax, of logic, of the precise...

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