The Wistful Incense

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The air in the Municipal Archive did not smell of dust or old paper, but of sweet, heavy incense, a cloying scent that seemed to rise from the floorboards themselves and settle in the lungs like a fine, golden powder. Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and hunched over a ledger of war records, clamped his fingers over his nose and mouth, his knuckles white against his skin, resisting the...

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