The Wistful Incense

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The fire in the archive did not smell of wood, but of burnt sugar and old paper. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the pen hovering over the ledger, his hand trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the numbers before him. The Ministry of Quietude had found a gap. A decade of missing funds, a hole in the budget so large it swallowed the pension he had saved for since he was twenty. He looked...

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