The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-19 09:08:11 -

The rain fell in sheets. Thick and gray. It hammered the pavement. It turned the gutters into rivers. "Move," said the voice. It was not a shout. It was a command. Dry. Cold. Thomas stood in the alley. He was soaked. His uniform clung to his skin. The wool was heavy. It dragged at his shoulders. He did not move. "Did you hear me, Sergeant?" The man stepped out of the shadows. He wore a suit....

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