The Wistful Incense

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The mortar in my left hand was heavy, heavier than the stone it held, and I ground the dried sage against the rim until my wrist ached with a dull, familiar throb. The gas lamps in the State Bureau of Aromatic Standards hissed with a sterile, blue-white light that bleached the color from the room, leaving only the grey of the walls and the black of the uniforms. I was Elias Thorne, a master...

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