The Wistful Incense

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the world outside and the suffocating interior of the Whitmore estate. Eleanor stood before the shattered mirror in the hallway, her reflection fractured into a dozen jagged shards that caught the dim light of the chandelier and threw it back in distorted, trembling fragments. Each...

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