The Wistful Cipher

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The fog in Oakhaven does not drift; it presses, a cold, wet hand against the face of the world. I have worn my constable’s tunic for twenty years, and in that time I have learned to read the air as a sailor reads the tide, but the mist has changed. It no longer merely obscures; it reveals. A stain appears on the cloth of a man’s soul, a visible mark of his deepest sin, and the townsfolk have...

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