The Wistful Incense

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The auction house smelled of dust, floor wax, and the metallic tang of old money. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the grand foyer, his shoulders hunched under a weight that had nothing to do with his heavy wool coat. He was forty-two, a senior actuary whose life was a ledger of precise calculations, and he had come here to close the final account of his sister Clara’s estate. She had died...

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