Dispatched from the Obsidian Veil
- B. K. Shade

- Jul 17
- 2 min read
Updated: Oct 20
The midnight air in my Bureau pressed against my skin, a heavy veil thick with the acrid whisper of ash and the stale breath of buried secrets. The Bureau growled beneath the floorboards, a living entity shifting through the currents of time, its presence a shadow in the stillness. I sat at my desk, the lukewarm chai in my chipped mug offering little comfort to my scarred hands, when an ominous figure emerged from the dark, delivering an envelope. The paper felt cold and crisp, marked with the leader of the Obsidian Syndicate’s sigil, a symbol of their thriving empire of mystic arts and intelligence, its commercial gloss hiding a deeper darkness.

The hand that passed it bore scars of blades tempered by war, hinting at a steady hand that had shaped life from ruin. The note inside carried a cypher, its ink glistening like molten tar under moonlight:
"Shadow time veil binds." The key lies hidden within "Obsidian"; rearrange its letters to find "midnight," revealing the message: "next case."
A chill settled in my chest as my curse stirred, the dead whispering through the silence, their voices merging with a distant rasp that gnaws at my scars.
I struck my lighter, its crimson ember flaring against the emerald mist seeping from the Bureau’s edge. Ash scattered like remnants of a life consumed, and the dead murmured, their cries blending with a venomous echo that haunts my nights. The Syndicate’s dispatch is a siren call, its invisible strings tightening around my soul, pulling me toward a hunt that never fades. The clock ticks louder, the air grows heavy, and the night thrums with promise.
Solve the cypher, follow us @MidnightBureauX on Twitter, tag us, and drop us a DM with "next case"; the first three to crack it will earn a special mention in the next podcast. This is a glimpse into the dark, a tease of enigmas to come for those brave enough to listen at midnight. The veil thins, the Syndicate’s power looms, and a shadow laughs in the silence. Dare to step through as the hour strikes?

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