The Wistful Incense

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The carriage wheels groaned against the gravel, a sound that seemed to drill into Elias Thorne’s skull as the Blackwood Asylum loomed from the mist. It was October, 1893, and the air tasted of wet iron and rot, a sharp contrast to the sterile, dry scent of the ledgers he clutched in his hands. Elias was forty years old, a man whose life had been built on the precise measurement of the world,...

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