The Wistful Incense

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Thorne, you look like hell, Miller said, his voice carrying the flat, administrative drone of a man who had long since stopped caring whether the men under him slept or ate. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the office, the fluorescent lights buzzing above them like a trapped insect, and he felt the familiar, cold weight of the wool uniform pressing against his chest, a weight that had...

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