The Wistful Incense

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Thorne, get out of there before the roof collapses on your head. The shout came from the debris field, a jagged mouth of twisted steel and charred oak that had been the Bureau’s central archive only an hour prior, now a smoking wound in the heart of the federal complex. Elias Thorne stood amidst the ash, the air thick with the acrid, coppery taste of burning insulation and the sweet, sickening...

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