The Wistful Incense

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The smoke did not rise so much as it refused. It coiled in the narrow, soot-blackened throat of the chimney, a stubborn gray tongue licking the brickwork before dissipating into the cold, industrial air of the North. Elias Thorne sat on the floorboards, his back against the damp wall, watching the curl. He was a man composed of right angles and stale tobacco, his uniform buttoned to the chin,...

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