The Wistful Incense

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The train hissed into the station of Blackwood, a long, shuddering exhale of steam that smelled of coal and wet iron, and Silas Vane stepped down onto the platform with the heavy, deliberate cadence of a man who had carried the weight of the world’s corruption in his boots for thirty years, his uniform pressed to a razor’s edge that seemed to cut the air around him. He was a man of few words...

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