The Wistful Cipher

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In Oakhaven, the dead do not rest; they are filed. Mildred Yancey stood before the Guild Master’s desk, her hand trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the paper in her grip. The office smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh ink, a scent that had seeped into her skin over thirty years of service in the reclamation yard. She was a gravedigger’s daughter, a...

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