The Wistful Incense

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The sash hung limp in Elias Thorne’s hands, a ribbon of crimson silk stained with a crescent of gray ash, and the smell of burnt wool clung to his fingers like a second skin. He stood in the narrow corridor of the Meridian Institute, the linoleum floor cold and damp under his shoes, staring at the locked door of Director Halloway’s office. The recurring dream had been brutal this time: a vast...

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