The Wistful Incense

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The bell rang for the third time. It did not chime. It clattered, a dull, heavy sound that seemed to come from inside the walls of the old stone tower. Margaret wiped her hands on her apron. The ink on her fingers was black and sticky. She looked up at the window. The glass was thick and green with age. Outside, the fog rolled in from the moor. It swallowed the village. It swallowed the church....

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