The Wistful Incense

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The astrolabe lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and dead, its brass surface cracked down the center like a dried riverbed. He was forty-two, a scholar of little consequence, and he was currently locked in the sealed stone crypt of the Duke’s estate, a place that smelled of wet limestone and the stale, metallic tang of old blood. The Duke had promised him a quiet exile, a place to rot out of...

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