The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-23 05:26:24 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the grey sky of the border city into a bruised ceiling that pressed down on the rooftops. Silas Vane stood at the end of the pier, the wet wood slick under his boots, watching the fog roll in from the harbor. He was forty years old, though the mirror in his bathroom suggested a man who had seen fifty. He held his service badge in his left hand,...

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