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Dispatched from the Obsidian Veil
The midnight air in my Nairobi lair thickened with ash as an ominous figure emerged, delivering an envelope marked with the Obsidian Syndicate’s sigil a thriving empire of mystic arts and intelligence. The note’s cipher, 'shadow time veil binds,' hides a truth, its key buried in 'Obsidian'- rearrange to find 'midnight,' revealing 'next case.' My curse stirred, the dead whispering through the silence, merging with a rasping mystery that gnaws my scars. Solve it, follow @Midnig
B. K. Shade
Jul 172 min read
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