The Wistful Incense

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The shop was silent except for the ticking of the clock and the wet, ragged sound of Elias Thorne’s breathing. He stood in the center of the floor, his left hand trembling so violently that the glass vial in his grip rattled against the wooden counter. The shelves behind him were a ruin of shattered silica, glittering like frozen teeth in the pale morning light that cut through the dust motes....

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