The Wistful Incense

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The rain fell like a judgment, cold and relentless, stripping the autumn leaves from the oaks of Ashworth. Thomas Bradshaw walked through the mud, his boots sinking with a wet, heavy squelch that echoed in the hollows of his chest. He was a man of the law, or at least he had been. Now he was just a man with a back that ached in the damp. In his hands, he carried a satchel. It was leather, once...

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