The Wistful Incense

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The rain against the window of the precinct’s fourth-floor bullpen was a dull, rhythmic drumming that seemed to synchronize with the ticking of the wall clock. It was a sound designed to induce fatigue, a bureaucratic lullaby for men and women who had traded their autonomy for a badge. Lieutenant Marcus Thorne sat at his desk, the mahogany surface polished to a mirror shine by decades of elbows...

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