The Wistful Incense

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The dampness in the cellar of Alderman Thorne’s dye house did not smell of wool or mordant, but of old, wet stone and the metallic tang of fear. Elias, a scribe of thirty-four years who had been exiled from the capital for reasons he could no longer clearly recall, worked by the guttering light of a single tallow candle. His task was simple: to repair the frayed hem of a trade ledger, a minor...

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