The Wistful Incense

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Chapter One Jan Jelinek’s hands were stained green to the wrist as he pressed the final leaf of the wistful incense into the glass jar, the scent of damp earth and rotting sugar hitting the back of his throat before the lid even clicked shut. He was forty-two, a junior archivist in a Prague that smelled of wet wool and old paper, and he needed this specimen perfect to save his career from the...

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