The Wistful Incense

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The air in the Hall of Records did not smell of dust, as one might expect for an institution dedicated to the preservation of the past, but of cold, wet iron and the sharp, acrid bite of sulfur, a scent that Elias Vane had learned to associate with the specific, bureaucratic weight of his own impending failure. He stood before the desk of High Inquisitor Thorne, a man whose face was as rigid...

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