The Wistful Incense

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The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the mud roads into sluggish rivers of brown slurry. Elias Thorne stood at the end of the carriage, watching the estate of his employer, Mr. Alistair Vane, emerge from the mist like a specter rising from a shroud. It was a large, sprawling house of dark stone and lead, perched on a...

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