The Wistful Incense

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The fire did not announce itself; it simply existed, a roaring, orange beast that consumed the century-old oak beams of the Whitmore estate in a single, catastrophic breath. The heat was a physical weight, pressing against the skin, turning the air into a thick, suffocating soup of smoke and ash. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the charred perimeter of the lawn, his boots sinking into the...

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