The Wistful Incense

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The coat hung on the hook by the door. It was a garment of such severe dignity that it seemed to absorb the light in the small, dusty office. Margaret Holloway stood before it. Her fingers traced the lapel. The fabric was heavy, woolen, the color of a bruise that had finally settled into the skin. It had belonged to her father. He had worn it in the Ministry of Records. He had died in it, or so...

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