The Wistful Incense

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The banquet hall of the Thorne estate was a cathedral of dust and dead air, the long table set for a feast that would never arrive. Elias Thorne sat at the head, his hands trembling not from age but from the sheer, crushing weight of the ledger he held. He was forty-two, a senior archivist at the Halloway Firm, and he needed this catalog finished by midnight to secure his tenure. The debt...

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