The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-18 21:57:54 -

The bell rang. I put down the cup. The clay was warm. It held my hand. I liked that. It was quiet in the shop. Dust motes danced in the light. I am a clerk. I work for Mr. Ashworth. He owns the antique store. He is a tall man. He speaks softly. I speak softly. We do not speak often. He handed me the box. It was small. Wooden. Old. "Take this," he said. "To the estate. The widow. She wants it...

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