The Wistful Incense

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The train screamed into the station at dawn, a long, shuddering exhalation of steam and iron that seemed to shake the very foundations of the platform where Elias Thorne stood clutching a leather satchel that had outlasted three empires and one marriage. He was a man carved from the same grey stone as the buildings of London, angular and weathered, with eyes that held the dull, persistent ache...

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