The Wistful Incense
The air in the basement of the Ashworth manor did not merely smell of damp earth and decaying wood, but carried a specific, cloying sweetness, a thick, resinous perfume that clung to the back of the throat and coated the tongue with a film of ancient, sticky sorrow, which was the scent of the opium tincture that Captain Elias Thorne had been tasked with confiscating, a duty he had accepted with...
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