The Wistful Cipher

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You arrive in the town of Oakhaven with a letter in your pocket that you cannot read. The paper is soft, worn thin by years of being folded and unfolded in the palm of a hand that is no longer yours. You are an exile. You have no name that the locals recognize, only the heavy silence that follows you down the dirt road. The air smells of wet pine and old stone. It is a time before clocks, when...

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