The Wistful Incense

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The bill for the coal delivery lay on the workbench, its ink still wet, a dark stain spreading against the pale wood like a bruise that refused to heal. Elias Thorne held the paper between his thumb and forefinger, the way one holds a dead bird, examining the weight of it, the finality of the sum. Forty pounds. He had thirty-two in the bank, and the rest was owed to men who did not deal in...

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