The Wistful Incense

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The Wistful Incense The incense burned, and with it, the memory of him. Eleanor stood in the drawing-room of the house on Kensington Church Street, though it had been three years since she had allowed anyone else to light the lamps there. The candles flickered, casting long shadows across the wallpaper that her husband—God, Henry, it had been Henry who had chosen that damnable damask—had...

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