The Wistful Incense

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The brass key in Henry Devereux’s hand was cold, heavy, and engraved with a crest that had been worn smooth by decades of anxious thumbs. He stood before the archive door, the smell of damp wool and old parchment clinging to his coat, and for a moment he simply listened to the silence of the corridor, a silence that felt less like absence and more like a held breath. He was thirty-two, a senior...

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