The Wistful Incense

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The rain had stopped, but the air in the valley remained heavy, saturated with the scent of wet stone and decaying pine needles. Dr. Elias Thorne walked with a rhythm that was less a stride and more a trudge, his boots sinking into the mud of the forest path. He carried a satchel that felt heavier with each step, not because of its weight, but because of what it contained: a single, unbroken...

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