The Wistful Incense

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The bell tolled once. It hung in the tower of St. Jude’s, a place that existed in the margins of the world, where the fog did not lift and the cobblestones were slick with a rain that never stopped. Elias Thorne sat on the stone step, his hands resting on his knees. He was a clerk of the Registry of Souls, a title that sounded grand but carried little weight. His days were spent in the dust of...

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