The Wistful Incense

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The ledger was heavy, bound in cracked leather that smelled of old iron and dust. Elias counted the entries, his finger tracing the indented lines where the quill had pressed too hard. Twelve years he had served as a clerk in Oakhaven, twelve years of tallying grain, salt, and the occasional sack of coal, while the mist outside the window shifted the street names like a shuffler of cards. He...

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