The Wistful Incense

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The count was always the first thing. Fourteen days since the last body was dragged from the mud of the lower field. Thirty-two souls lost to the fever in the month of October. Elias Thorne kept the ledger on his knee, the ink still wet, the numbers sharp as a knife’s edge. He was an inquisitor, a man of procedure and weight, and he did not look up when the door to the cellar groaned open. He...

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