The Wistful Incense

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The coal chafed in the grate with a sound like grinding teeth, a harsh, industrial rasp that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards of the attic room and into the marrow of Thomas’s bones. He sat on the edge of the narrow cot, his hands trembling not from the cold, which was a steady, damp presence that crept up from the stone foundation, but from the fever that had taken hold of his lungs...

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