The Wistful Cipher
The vault door was locked, but my hands were not. I pried it open with a chisel, the metal screaming against stone, my breath ragged in the cold air. I am Elias Thorne, a constable of Oakhaven, and I am hungry. It has been three days since I last ate a full meal, and the hunger is no longer just a feeling; it is a physical weight in my gut, a sharp, twisting pain that makes my vision blur at...
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