The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-20 03:50:48 -

The rain in Millhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet slate and old copper. It was the kind of weather that settled into the bones, turning the air heavy with a silence that pressed against the eardrums. Sheriff Elias Thorne stood by the window of his office, watching the streetlights bleed into the puddles below. He watched them until the shapes of...

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