The Wistful Incense

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The chisel snapped against the granite with a sound like a bone breaking, sending a shower of white sparks and dust into the cold November air. Arthur Vane stood in the shadow of the unfinished municipal hall, his breath pluming in the dark, watching the piece of steel lie broken on the cobblestones. He was thirty years old, a junior clerk with ink-stained fingers and a back that ached from the...

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