The Wistful Incense

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The old courthouse stood at the edge of the town like a tooth pulled from a gray mouth. It was a square structure of pale stone, its windows dark and blind. Inside, the air smelled of dust and dried paper. Elias Vance sat in a chair that groaned under his weight. He was a small man, bent by years of looking down at files. His hands were rough, the nails short and clean. He did not look like a...

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