The Wistful Incense

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The smoke rose. It did not drift. It climbed. A vertical column of gray against the high, vaulted ceiling of the Ashworth manor. It moved with the precision of a drill sergeant’s whistle. Elias Ashworth stood at the center of the room. He was a large man, broad-shouldered, his uniform pressed to a mirror shine. The brass buttons caught the gaslight. They glittered. He was not looking at the...

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