The Wistful Incense

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The pen nib scratches against the heavy, cream-colored paper, and you watch the ink bleed slightly into the fibers as you sign your name, Thomas Bradshaw, Constable, Class IV. Your hand is steady, but your chest feels hollowed out, a void where the warmth used to be, and the light from the gas lamp above your desk casts a long, distorted shadow across the linoleum floor of the station house. It...

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