The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The parlor smelled of lavender and cold tea. That was the first thing you noticed when you crossed Mrs. Calloway's threshold — not the ectoplasm, not the spectral vibrations, not the inexplicable drop in temperature that always preceded her sessions. It was the lavender. It clung to the wallpaper in faded rosettes, it was ground into the hearth-rug, it was the scent she burned in a brass...

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