The Wistful Incense

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The letter lay on the desk, the paper thin as onion skin, the ink smudged where the seal had been pressed. Elias Thorne, Constable of Oakhaven, read the words a second time, his thumb rubbing the rough edge of the envelope until the fibers frayed, while outside the window the light of late afternoon stretched long and amber across the cobblestones. Mayor Halloway’s script was neat,...

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