The Wistful Cipher

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The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it settled, thick and gray as wet wool, pressing against the windows of Elias Thorne’s small cottage until the glass groaned under the weight of the damp. Elias sat at the kitchen table, the wooden surface cold against his forearms, staring at the letter from the Parish Council that lay open before him, its crisp white paper a stark, insolent contrast to the...

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