The Wistful Incense
The vial sat on the mahogany table, a slender cylinder of glass filled with a liquid that smelled of rain on hot stone and the specific, aching regret of a door left open. I am Elias Thorne, court perfumer to the Duke, and for the last three months, I have been trying to synthesize the Wistful Incense to cure my wife, Clara, of her wasting cough. The opposing force is the incense itself, a...
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