The Wistful Cipher
October 14, 2024 The locket was always black, not with age, but with the accumulated weight of secrets. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron on his tongue, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat like dried blood. He sat up in the dark of his apartment in Harrowgate, a town that seemed to hold its breath under the constant drizzle of the Pacific Northwest. His hands were...
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