The Wistful Incense

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The rain fell on the stone facade of the Ministry, a cold, persistent drumming that matched the rhythm of Elias Thorne’s pulse. He stood in the antechamber, his uniform immaculate, the gold braid of his rank catching the dim light of the gas lamps. The fabric was stiff, a second skin that had grown into him over twenty years of service. It felt less like wool and more like the flesh of a...

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