The Wistful Cipher
The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a grey, suffocating curtain over the village of Oakhaven, a place that exists in the hollow of a forgotten century where the mists of legend bleed into the damp stone of the present day, and you stand at the center of this stillness, Captain Elias Thorne, your boots sinking into the mud that clings to you like a second skin, heavier than the iron...
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