The Wistful Incense

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The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a gray wool dragged over the shoulders of the town of Kestrel. It was the year of the new engines, the year the steam pipes hummed in the walls like the veins of a dying god. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of his office, a room that smelled of wet wool, pipe tobacco, and old paper. He held his left hand out before him. It was trembling....

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