The Wistful Incense

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"Did she fall, Sergeant, or did she jump?" The question hung in the sterile air of the War Office pension annex, a room that smelled of dry rot and stale tobacco, where the light from the high, barred windows fell in dusty columns that seemed to weigh upon the shoulders of those who sat beneath them. Elias Thorne, a man of forty-two years whose spine had been straightened by twenty years of...

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