The Wistful Cipher

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I was scrubbing the grime from the brass handle of the evidence locker when the mist first touched my neck, cold as a dead fish’s eye, and I knew without looking that Julian was gone, not merely missing but erased from the ledger of the living, a fact that sat in my stomach like a stone I had swallowed whole and could not cough up. The port city of Oakhaven was wrapped in a fog so thick it had...

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