The Wistful Incense

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The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hovered, a gray curtain that blurred the neon signs of the precinct and turned the asphalt into a black mirror reflecting nothing but Elias Thorne’s own tired face. He stood at the edge of the sidewalk, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his raincoat, watching the black sedan pull away with the rear doors still slapping shut. Inside that...

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