The Wistful Incense

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The rain on the windshield was a static hiss, a white noise that filled the cab of the armored transport. Sergeant Elias Thorne kept his hands at ten and two. He did not look in the rearview mirror. He did not need to. The presence of his father, Captain Julian Thorne, was a heavy, cold stone in the back seat. It pressed against the vinyl, a weight that had nothing to do with mass and...

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