The Wistful Incense

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The glass of the desk lamp did not break; it shattered, a violent explosion of shards that cut Elias Thorne’s hand before he could pull back. He was thirty-four years old, a Sergeant in the Royal Engineers, and he had been lying to the draft. The cold air, which had been hovering in the corner of his office like a patient ghost, had reacted to his deception, shattering the glass as a physical...

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