The Wistful Cipher

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The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it seeped up from the soil, thick and cold, smelling of wet iron and rot. You sat in the magistrate’s office, the leather chair groaning under your weight, the silence pressing against your eardrums like a physical weight. Outside, the Whispering Moss hummed. It was a low, subsonic thrum, a vibration you felt in your teeth before you heard it in your ears....

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