The Wistful Incense

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The train departed on a Tuesday. It was a gray, flat thing, smelling of wet wool and coal dust. Elias Thorne stood on the platform. He held a box. The box was small. It was oak. It was carved. He had made it. He watched the carriages slide away. The wheels clattered. The sound was sharp. It cut the air. He did not wave. He did not call out. He simply stood. He waited for the dust to settle. The...

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