The Wistful Incense

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The letter lay on the oilcloth table, its seal broken, the ink still wet where the scribe’s quill had dragged through the final paragraph of bureaucratic finality. Elias Thorne read the words three times, his breath hitching in his chest with a pain that felt like a rusted nail being pulled slowly through his ribs, and then he folded the paper into a tight square and tucked it into the breast...

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