The Wistful Incense

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The train hissed into the station at Ashford, a long, metal exhale that seemed to pull the very warmth from the November air, and Elias Thorne stood with his hands clasped behind his back, watching the condensation blur the window into a grey, weeping smear of the world he was leaving behind, a world that had once felt as solid and unyielding as the oak paneling of the library where he had...

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