The Wistful Incense

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The brass key was warm in your palm, too warm, as if it had been held in a feverish hand moments before you took it from the slot in Marcus’s desk drawer. You were Elias Thorne, junior archivist, thirty-two years old, and you had been shivering in the sub-basement of the Municipal Bureau of Records for three hours while the fiscal year bled out on the calendar. The air in the room was thick...

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