The Wistful Incense

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The coat hung on the hook by the door. It was a heavy thing, wool woven with the grey of storm clouds. Major Silas Vane stood before it. He did not touch it. He stared. The room smelled of old paper and dust. Outside, the rain tapped a rhythmic code against the glass. *Tap. Tap. Tap.* Silas checked his watch. The hands were frozen. He had stopped them years ago. He had stopped them when he lost...

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