The Wistful Incense

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from the heavens by an invisible, heavy hand, saturating the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s greatcoat until the fabric felt less like a garment and more like a second, rotting skin that clung to his bones with a jealous, suffocating intimacy. He stood at the edge of the moor, a place where the earth gave way to a churning, grey nothingness...

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