The Wistful Incense

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The train smelled of coal dust and wet wool. Elias Thorne sat by the window, watching the gray English countryside blur into streaks of slate and mud. He held a small, black ledger in his lap. The leather was cracked. The pages were thin as onion skin. This was his case. It was also his life. He was a detective for the Ministry of Internal Records. Not a man who chased thieves or solved...

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