The Wistful Cipher
You are walking. The road is wet. It is dark. You do not like the dark. You hate the mud. It sticks to your boots. It is heavy. You pull your legs up. Again. And again. You are a man of the Law. You wear the coat. It is gray. It is old. It smells of rain and stale tobacco. You are looking for a thief. Or so you think. The village is ahead. It is called Oakhaven. It is small. It is poor. The...
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