The Wistful Incense

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The air in the basement of the Whitmore & Sons Industrial Hygiene Bureau did not smell of dust or damp, as one might expect from a subterranean archive of forgotten ledgers and rusted gauges, but rather of ozone and burnt sugar, a cloying, metallic sweetness that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat and refused to be swallowed. He sat alone at the heavy oak desk, the only light source a...

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