The Wistful Incense

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The black stain on Elias Thorne’s right index finger was the size of a lentil, and it did not wash off. He sat at his desk in the basement archive of the St. Jude’s Municipal Records Office, the air thick with the smell of old paper and the sharper, metallic tang of the substance that was currently seeping from the pages of his sister’s final manuscript. It was a Tuesday, and the heating system...

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