The Wistful Cipher

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The fog in Oakhaven did not merely obscure; it edited. It rolled in from the moors with a wet, grey persistence that swallowed the sharp edges of the village, blurring the distinction between the cobblestones and the mud, the living and the dead, and the memories one chose to keep versus those the air decided to erase. Elara Vance stood in the center of the archive, her fingers wrapped tightly...

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