The Wistful Incense

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The key was cold, a jagged sliver of iron that bit into the meat of your thumb as you held it up to the grey light of the station platform. It was the only item in the inventory list, a single line in a ledger that had once contained your name, your signature, and the deed to the house in the valley where you were born. You are forty years old, and you have come to Ostrava to audit the estate...

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