The Wistful Incense

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On the morning her daughter left Ashworth Hall, Eleanor Fairchild stood at the east salon window with one hand pressed flat against the cold pane, watching the carriage take the long curve of the elm avenue until it was a dark mote and then nothing at all, and when the dust had settled back into the road she remained where she was, seeing in the glass that hovered before her, faintly, the ghost...

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