The Wistful Incense

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The blueprint on the folding table was a lie, a geometric fiction that did not match the groaning reality of Blackwood Manor’s foyer. Elias Thorne, forty-five and smelling faintly of the wet wool of his overcoat, tapped the pencil against the paper, the sound sharp and intrusive in the silence of the rotting house. He was there for the money, a specific sum required for the experimental surgery...

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