The Wistful Incense

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The rain at the border crossing did not fall; it hovered, a gray mist that soaked into the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and settled in the joints of his knees. He stood in the mud, the left hand wrapped in bandages that wept a faint, sweet smoke, the scent of wisteria cloying and heavy in the damp air. He wanted to deliver the sealed ledger to the Magistrate, a document that would clear the debt...

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