The Wistful Incense

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The smoke curled. It did not rise. It hovered, a gray ghost in the cold draft of the gallery. Captain Elias Thorne watched it. His hands trembled. The brass buttons of his tunic caught the gaslight, dull and tarnished. He had served thirty years. He had held the line at the river. He had watched men die for the crown. Now he stood in the Emperor’s private chapel, holding a box of incense. The...

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