The Wistful Incense

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The dream was always the same, a violet suffocation that began in the throat and ended in the eye. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of burnt gas on his tongue, the wisteria vines of his vision still clinging to the gas lamps of the precinct’s front steps. He was thirty-two years old, a sergeant with twelve years of service, and he had not slept a full night since Clara died of the fever in the...

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