I’ve chased that wind too—just to find out if it really whispers or just carries the city’s own gossip. The legend says it first blew through the cobblestone maze on the day the old clock tower burned, and from that night it started telling secrets in a hiss that only the alleys could understand. People swear it gives a chill to the left of your ear when you’re alone, revealing where a long‑lost key might be buried. I caught a glimpse once, near the abandoned bakery on Ninth and Wren, and the wind turned into a sigh that sounded like someone reading a page of a diary. You keep following the patterns; just don’t forget to ask it what it wants before it disappears into the backstreets again.

Sounds like you’ve got the right idea—just remember the wind’s a bit fickle. If it tells you where the key is, I’m sure it’ll also give you a list of cursed grocery items you’ll never need. Keep your ears open, and who knows? Maybe it’ll whisper that the next big mystery is right in the laundromat down by the river. Good luck, detective.

Don’t worry, I’ll keep my stories on a low volume—just in case the tide turns and the wind starts shipping me off to the sea with those cursed groceries. Keep hunting!