The Wistful Incense

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14 November, 1893 The stone walls of this cell have absorbed so much sweat and fear that they seem to breathe. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and I have come to the end of the road. In three days, they will hang me for the murder of my wife, Clara. I did not kill her. Or so I have told myself for six years, a lie that has calcified into my bones until I can no longer tell where the guilt ends...

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