The Wistful Incense

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The ink on the ledger was still wet, glistening in the harsh, yellow light of the gas lamp, and Elias Thorne held the pen with a grip that had turned his knuckles the color of old bone. He was not writing words, not really, but he was writing symbols, a dense, intricate script that the men in the room called the Language of the State, though Elias knew it was merely the language of erasure. The...

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