The Wistful Incense

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The file was warm, Inspector Vane. Not hot, mind you. Just warm. Like a hand held too long. I looked at Thomas Bradshaw, my junior clerk, who stood before my desk with his fingers trembling around the brass sample case. He was a young man, thin as a reed, with a stutter that usually kept his sentences in check. Today, his eyes were wide, fixed on the metal with a terror that had nothing to do...

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