The Wistful Incense

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The ink on the ledger was not black. It was the deep, bruised purple of old wine, and it moved like a living thing, spreading across the parchment with a slow, wet confidence that Elias Thorne had learned to fear. He stood in the gray light of the dockside warehouse, his breath misting in the cold air, his hand hovering over the book. He needed the ledger. He needed it to secure his pension, to...

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