The Wistful Incense

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The ledger sat in Elias Thorne’s hands, its leather cover cracked and stiff with age, smelling of dust and old ink. It was a heavy thing, dense with the weight of forty years of service that would soon end in a modest pension if he could just prove the Chancellor’s fraud. He was a court archivist, a man who lived by the weight of paper and the silence of files, and for the last three months, he...

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